The Out Comes Poem by Nilufer Dursun

I’ll also die when the time comes
With a handfull pebbles.
On my neck the rainspots disclose my wild childhood,
Blood is trickled by my young mustache.
Storm mix last shootings.

I’ll also die when the time comes
Only,
Sea gulls cry for my young body,
May be your mother cry may be,
The tired purposies go on the bay.

I’ll also die when the time comes
To be left over from me poems will live only.
My hopes, my dreams.
My loves, my deligh
My broken hearts,
My voice which I sharpen with my anger besides,
And the most important one
Besides you’ll live honey,
You live besides,
You…
You’re my bloomed branch which goes over
To the next times…
Poem: Mehmet Ali BASTUJI