"My poems of the late 20th century"

"The Broken World"

When the sun rises

From the east, in the early morning

Riving from the moon, the King of night

Blazing the golden charming light

Vivifying the beauty of Nature

Fascinating the minds of man

Who was born and died on this mother earth

After a long,If the eyes were opened.

Apprising by the chirping sound of birds

To rouse them from sleep

When a song is meliced and we started dancing

Beautifying the others

Then,

Envour conquer them

Trying to subdue us

To make a shadow

On this bonny place.

But, omni are not out-Herod

So, they are in ticklish.

Sprinting up towards the sky

For playing the whole world,

The cohord and disarm.

Everyday a tiff is there

Like a virago with tatics idea

Resenting one another

For the throne of all.

As the hostibility more

Resorting the life

Listening to the dirge

Waiting for the last breath

And,

Scattering of black smoke

The place in disarray

Make all a dead man.

Although some are free

From the darkness

Through the fissure.

The soil in clutter

Trampling against the mother earth

Bringing down her dint

But the only copula is She

And her dove

That can give placate

And mend this Broken World.

("The Broken World" was composed in 1998)




"An Evening Rain"

As the sky fills with darkness

And wind blows with droplets.

It rains cats and dogs.

Shines my window with sparkling diamonds

On its glass, I peer on.

Then, open my mind of my childhood's almamater

When tiny kids of our old blooming flowers

Bade for a day to our peers

From the carriage inside, in rain.

To home, by the way our land's melody used to sing

Drowning into the sea of music

Forgetting stoppage for me

That childlike joy today makes me

To recall the history of mine,

In that dusk, in the mid of rain and drizzle.

Still,in my heart's inner core

Are those prayers,gong's sound and father's counsel.

Being overwhelmed by those moments,

I become envious.

Floating with those lifes,

My mind suddenly wakes up

Then,

My heart cries as

Waves and tides waits for none.

Opening my mind

And myself find

In a new garden of Knowledge,

Where like the German troops, the tottlers follow

Where like Hitler, the master tains them

Inventing a modern Spartan Kingdom.

Staring at new branches of the old tree

Hoping to bond with the other ones

Growing in the garden

Coming from the old ones.

Becoming myself mad,

I ask the Emperor of Life

To replay that stage of mine

But get defeat in the battle.

Coming from the field,

After the fight with theocracists

On my window, find those diamonds

Becoming smaller and smaller

And,

I realise that Evening Rain

Has already away from my dorm.

("An Evening Rain" was composed in 2000 )