Life

If a gust of wind blows open the door,
Like bad news it frightens me.
I look forlorn,
My stars shattered.

So painful, to possess to lose!
To love the mortal, so dreadful!
Life, a thread broken by a puff of air,
Blind alleys, departures without arrivals.

Necip Fazıl Kısakürek (1905-1983). Hayat. Translated from the Turkish.

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One Response to Life

  1. Hridyaaa says:

    very well written!

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