Bornova 1983....Five Minutes Past The Spring Poem by Metin Sahin

ı am stunned
the inspector
nur dogan topaloglu
good for nothing
wrote the report about me
and the minister interior Çetiner
has given the last order
It is my destiny
I am here
like a house
like a hotel
like a guest house
ı t is 1983
the winds of 12 september
are blowing harshly and fiercely
the season is five passed the spring
ı have just made the anniversary 40th of my life
in my hand ı carrieda big white suı t-CASE
in it some books
my suı ts..underwear and my socks stinking
mixed up...like my head
ı say..here is asylum
a mental hospital
you can exaggerate and saY mental house
ma be a mad house
ı does ot matter who says what
ı am at the door
ı have passed my schools steadı ly
did my works obidiently
without protest
damn me if ı wanted a little thing for myself
but ı could not pass this nonesense mental test
do mnot telll my poor mother
she lives alone in our country
she thinks ı am still a mad governor on duty
she does not know ı have been sent here officially
thanks
ı will lie in open section
what would happen if ı lay in the closed sectı on
at detentı on
no hope of goı ng out
seeing the sky
a theatre play was being displayed
when ı stepped in
my new friends
men and women gathered in the hall
sar aronud a wide table
some were comlaı nı g of his wife
some of her husband
and some of their beloved
some came here as asylum
getting bored of outer life
they told me
later the play ended
at last they saw me..
eyes zooming on me
though ı am not a stranger
ı am one of them
officially regarded mad
forced to be mad
ı am not a stranger for them
the a blonde young nurse clad in white
came and showed me the room ı would stay
with unbeleı vı ng eyes
a new theatre play was opening its curtains
in my life
a door was being shut after me
never knowing when it would be opened for me again
ı lay on my desolate bed
thoughts mixed in my dreams
ı t was the year 1983
ı have yet 5 minutes passed my spring
not guessing when the bells of life for me
will again ring...