Harun Zompoglu Poems

The Hole

We are in a chamber me and the confused virgin,
The light is far away so that dimly she can be seen;
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No never stare at me as cold as the eyes of death!
Don`t put out the passion pining away on my breath
Sheltered as a drifting refugee in my heart artlessly;
I never allow you to take it out from there cruelly.
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My soul demands to write a short letter to the lord of pop music,
But it seems hard to decide which name is the best to address.
Should it say to Cat Stevens or to Yusuf Islam? It is not so basic,
Because my confused mind keeps asking to solve more or less.
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