I loved my father the most in life
Imagine how a child squat like blackthorns
about to fall down
runs after a giant.
I loved my casanova father in that way
He didn't even know our district
Whenever he came, he was always about to go, in a hurry
The education inspector with the most beautiful eyes of the age
I always looked at the atlas to know where he went
Thus and so I learned the foreign lands.
I was over the moon when I got ill
If my fever passed over 40, he would be called to Istanbul
As he would want to make amends to his son!
I managed this love game when I was typhoid
I said "Oh!" and sinked my nose into his breast
While I was running after that flying giant
until his last inspection
My breath, thought and heart were opened
for some other types of loves and wide passions but
In life I loved my father the most
* Happy Father's Day!
Original Poem BEN HAYATTA EN ÇOK BABAMI SEVDİM
Written by CAN YÜCELTranslated by Sihirli Yazılar