My letter to nature…
What is dying and living at the same time? Who am I and where do I belong, that every wind carries me from one lake to another?
This rebellion against the waves of this world, when everyone is swimming in the other direction? Is it the Rumi flowing in my blood veins or Mustafa Kemal looking at the enemy ships at Gallipoli?
All roads of this universe have been climbed with my feet, all the roses smelled, nevertheless, it is not the smell that I was looking for, the smell that was already in my nose when I was born.
Where is my home, where does my soul live, who stole my heart?
Questions for which I have traveled like the last Majnun through the earth, as the soul was blowing behind me like the wind from the east. Oh, creator of all creatures, where do I belong? How many stitches in this innocent body is enough?
I am the one who burns every day in the pen of Yunus, I’m the one who finds himself in the tears of a war orphan. I’m the one who warms up in a woman’s smile, I’m the one who lost his way forever.
Do you have an answer for me, oh nature? Am I a rose, the grass, or the thorn? Is there still the way to the beloved open, or will you finally take me under the soil, forever into your lap?
Neither the candles are burning, nor does the morning have mercy on me. The rebellious wind is no longer blowing, oh nature, I’m not green anymore, just a withered rose…
Author: Harun Resit Aydin
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