Okan Emanet Poems

I have forgotten the meaning under any sense that was once rhythmic
Nothing touches my soul in the vein of life and nothing is any longer hectic
Over a thin line of survival lies no gain,
Which brings neither breath nor pain
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The selves living in the palaces witness a truth
Life, as it is called, is a drama including every oath
Starting from youngster to adulthood, eating your youth
The tolls get to ring, bringing forward all the words to mouth
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When told to hold a pen in order to write a poem,
The sacred feeling over the mountains asks who I am
In response, that being is water flowing with soul,
Carrying the pieces of rocks that will never stay cool
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Fear, by word, by definition
Has never been in my term
Being challenged by anyone
No matter how this could be done
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Tell me a story, in which love is a kind of remedy,
Hatred is a thing of the past
Something gets ignited over my soul at any glance
I have bestowed all my years to your heavenly stance
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In some humans’ mind tags along the meaningless sense,
“Money speaks in sorting out any wound, any ache and pain”,
Nobody dares to ask what causes the veins of a heart so tense
In between the wires of assault, I have become trapped in a fence
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The trace of happiness is missing in his eyes,
All around him tag along countless lies,
Word by word drops the number of ties,
Eventually coming across the real truth we realize
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Torrential rain is falling down in the pool of my heart
In every dropp there is a world being equipped with you
Having fed upon the nutrition of your soul, part by part
Having fulfilled the thirst on your beauty of glamorous hue
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