From the foetus
To the world you've shown:
I've begun where I end
And it's going on forever.
From the daylight
I've journeyed to the dark;
I rest, but not die;
I behold, yet another day.
As he, The Magellan,
Who had his adventure
Across seas across the globe,
Yet, to his home he ended up.
I looked into the unconscious:
The soul of the warriors,
Having died a brutal death,
Rising to immortality.
From the roots, I've seen
To the branches and the leaves.
From the earth life begins,
In this earth, they're all manifesting.
There is no clear beginning
There is no absolute ending,
For every death - a life,
A creation, for a destruction.
Inclusively, the river smirks
At the faces of men.
What arrogance and pride
Shall they understand?
So from the foetus
To the human world,
Innocence to lust
Then one day, the old age curse,
Then to the death
They'll wave their hands,
To recreate a boon as the child
It's eternal and it never ends.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Transcendence
PoetryHello, there readers! For a quick introduction to my work would suit its subtitle- 'A Collection of Scattered Feelings', I have maintained no fixed mood, so that my dear readers may see beyond a specific feeling, to feel it. The moods vary form sli...
