Winter
Bitch, as I remember
-meant a dog, a female
-as well as an insult
-for her way, behaviour.
Age is bad when outside
-seeing lands, and skies,
-moving with, in currents,
-taking part, adventurous.
You can feel the changes.
"Bitch", "Bitching", "is a Bitch"
-are around as if pitch
-for a work, job searching…
Even the media has a "Bitch"
-it is a magazine, and .
That is not only change
-which I know, remember;
-seeing my birth place
-reminds me of the hell!
- (I was born in winter,
-left, became different
-from ones who are there.)
The trees are gone-dead
-mountains have no jungle
-vanished bores, wolves, tigers
-and no bird for foxes…
Where went hens and jackals?
What went on, what happened?
No mud house anymore.
No dirt road, gravel.
No one digs water-well.
Winter is a mark of
-the cold and disaster!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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