How Much İstanbul Poem by Muharrem Soyek

İf love was handled with trust and honest
Every woman should open an Istanbul fest
Color in color her windows full of geranium
But you would also open a full purple love tree

There will be no other Istanbul on this world
And not another Fatih through the coming
time
But whenever you pass from Kalamış
Istanbul opens its wings from Galata
And Sultan Mehmet dies again from jealousy.

İf you were Istanbul
And I was Fatih Sultan
So, every man sits down on his own heart's
throne
I wouldn't attempt to plant my flag on your
towers.
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Muharrem Soyek