Çok güzeldi bebeði,yatýyordu kundakda, Büyülendi baktýkça,yüzü benziyor aya, Ýri mavi gözleri,kývýrcýktý saçlarý, Andýrýr dudaklarý,sanki kartpostallarý,
Güzel bir kýz çocuðu,oldukca cana yakýn, Ýhsan etmiþ bak Mevla,onu gözünden sakýn. Öpmek istedi onu,kokusuna can feda, Bir ses geldi bebekten-Bana sakýn dokunma!
Hakkýn yok senin kadýn,nasýl beni okþarsýn? Duydu tekrardan sesi -Beni nasýl koklarsýn? Bakýndý etrafýna,kimsecikler yok idi, Kulak verince anne,ayný sesi dinledi.
Aman Allahým o ne !,konuþuyordu bebek, Bebek nasýl konuþur,konuþan sanki melek, Yaklaþma bana anne,hemen uzaklaþ benden, Ellerinde kaným var,çek eli bedenimden.
Çocuklarým hep erkek,kýzlarý çok severim, Hayranlýðým bu yüzden,seni öpmek isterim, Aðlamaya baþladý-Nolur beni öpmeyin! Öpmek istemem sizi,sözüme kulak verin.
Sordu kadýn nedendir?Niye beni öpmezsin? Bebek çok aðlýyordu,sebebini bilirsin. Bir dakika düþün sen,cevap gelir aklýna, Kendine geldi kadýn,yatýyordu masada.
Özel bir Hastanede,dönüyordu kafasý, Yeni geçmiþti narkoz,midesi bulanýktý, Verdi çiçeði Doktor-Geçmiþ olsun diyerek, Çok güzeldi kürtajýn,sahi kýzmýþ da bebek!
03.05.2015//KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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BABY GIRL ..
She was so beautiful her baby was lying on the swaddle, His face resembles the moon as he looks, Big blue eyes, curly hair, Her lips reminisce like postcards,
A beautiful baby girl, very friendly, Behold, Mawla, he has bestowed on him, beware of him. Wanted to kiss her, sacrifice life for her scent, A voice came from the baby-Don’t touch me!
You have no right, woman, how can you caress me? She heard the voice again - How can you smell me? He looked around, there was nobody, When he listened, the mother listened to the same voice.
Oh my God what is he! He was talking baby, How the baby talks, as if the talking angel, Don’t get close to me mom, get away from me now I have blood in your hands, pull your hand away from my body.
My children are always boys, I love girls very much, That’s why I admire you, I want to kiss you He started to cry-Please don’t kiss me! I don’t want to kiss you, heed my word.
The woman asked why? Why don’t you kiss me? The baby was crying a lot, you know the reason. Think for a minute, the answer comes to your mind The woman came to her, she was lying on the table.
In a private hospital, his head was spinning He was just past narcosis, his stomach was cloudy, He gave the flower by saying Doctor-Get well soon, Your abortion was very good, real angry baby!
03.05.2015 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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