Poems by Tarana Turan RAHİMLİ
Inside me there is love even to a stone
Again my eyes shivered,
How cold your looks are!
Your words as if are frozen,
There is no warmth in your words.
Ices have been hung from your eyelashes
Snow has been spread on your hairs.
As if the cheeks of the winter
Have been kissed by your lips.
You made my spirit to be cold,
Your heart is ice, your hands are snow.
Don’t worry that you are so cold,
Inside me there is love even to a stone.
As if your eyes aren’t yours, but strangers
You see a handful of soil in my hand,
I look at it, Mother is seen.
It seems you that you pick a leaf,
Wounded leaves are covered with blood.
You know, it is the ground under your feet
You don’t know each inch of soil is a grave.
You know the end of all is death and grave,
You don’t know the life is narrower than a grave.
You look at my face; your looks are frozen,
As if your eyes aren’t yours, but strangers’.
My eyes are filled with tears,
You will be lost in the ways.