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I can’t make head or tail of this life
with so many puzzles and riddles, it’s rife
enigma within enigma, intertwined with mysteries
discarded, tainted and misty yesterday
shrouded in twisted histories
Neither a sinner with an obscure future
nor a saint with a concealed past
scarred with vices and blessed with virtues
I seized a moment to pause and reflect, at last
but just when I started to have roseate glimpses
sadly, I saw that the die had been cast
İdris ESEN, December, 2012, Üsküdar
War of words is like barking at birds flying in the sky,
whereas words of war are like dark clouds
gathering over the mountains. İ. Esen
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