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Me
Me, I am best found and hidden in the poems of Nazim Hikmet .The best I am told by Nathan the Wise and Yunus Emre...
The world is an ocean which we all have to cross, the storms during the journey even from deep Altai did not stop the journy to West



NAZIM HIKMET

PLEA

This country shaped like the head of a mare
Coming full gallop from far off Asia
To stretch into the Mediterranean
THIS COUNTRY IS OURS.

Bloody wrists, clenched teeth
bare feet,
Land like a precious silk carpet
THIS HELL, THIS PARADISE IS OURS.

Let the doors be shut that belong to others
Let them never open again
Do away with the enslaving of man by man
THIS PLEA IS OURS.

To live! Like a tree alone and free
Like a forest in brotherhood
THIS YEARNING IS OURS.

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The journey started in Altai mountains will stop when the first Turk has touched the setting sun at the horizone...

FRIENDS

What that murderous cruel have done
Makes me wretched like the invisible nightingale
Stones fell on me like rain
But the flip of a friend tear me into pieces

I learnt who are the friends and enemies on my black day
I had ten troubles now I have fifty
I am put on the death order
So let them hang or shoot me


I am Pir Sultan Abdal, whose soul can’t rise into the air
Only if god commands, the rain shall start
The stones of the strangers never fell upon me
But only the rose of a friend makes me bleed

Others
Others... yet known already from the day of creation...
They never shared my car , my table , my dreams, yet are they bound to be brothers by the divine decree....


Black, white, yellow
eyes narrow or round, bright or dark in all four directions, all are brothers at the final day

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