The Noise Of The City Poem by Mufit Erdogan

THE NOISE OF THE CITY

The noise of the city overwhelms people,

From morning to evening, from evening to morning

The sounds of drills carve us, cranes, graders, cars, planes...

And the streets smelling of sewage in this gray city.

The sky is miserable, the air is dirty

Just like the contaminated people..

I want to go; go on a long journey

Leaving this polluted city behind me.

Just take me to the untouched places of nature.

There I will fill the empty suitcases I brought with me

with the silence of the mountains, the chirping of the birds, the white cover of the snow,

the gurgling of the springs, the fragrant scent of flowers

and the sound of the waves.

Then I want to return to that gray city

And stop time for a moment

To give a sip of happiness to miserable people.

I will open my suitcases and empty them one by one.

Time stops suddenly, and so do the drills, graders, cranes, cars.

The fragrance of flowers spreads first,

the whiteness of the snow covers far and wide,

People hear the sound of the waves everywhere

As if they are listening to Mozart, or Chopin

Time does not fly anymore in the silence of the mountains.

People are now calm in their restless bodies..

They want time to stop forever

In the beauty of nature.

Don't let volcanoes go off, and no more earthquakes, thunders, tremors inside us...

But time does not stop, starts to fly again.

Then that big city returns into its gray color again.

So, begin again the noises, the hustle and the bustle,

Nestling back in people's lost bodies

In life's weariness.

My scream is no longer heard, the birds are no longer with me,

Neither is the silence of the mountains, nor the waves..

I can no longer sense the sweet fragrance of flowers

Replaced by the repulsive smell of sewer

Howling, howling in my brain

It makes my body deaf.

As if it is pushing me to the hell of the cruel life



11.10.2020 - Eskişehir