T’s my solemn sworn duty
To speak of nature’s beauty
No one, is aptly able to deny
The beauty of a bright blue sky
And, never could I truly say
I dislike the month of May
But yet, the way by which I see
Women are much prettier to me
The English adjective allure
Was made for the Turkish girl
Wholesome, pretty, precious
Dark and beautifully delicious
Her smile is far above the rest
From Bangladesh to Budapest
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am a Turkish girl..This poem is a nice compliment on us...