The Last Duty Poem by Metin Sahin

ı t is two days or three
since with soil we covered thee
we gathered here
in your mother city
from all over the country
may be the unı verse
to perform our last duty
in fact you are doı ng your last duty
perfectly
you gathered friiends together
after so many years
a peculı ar thing too
just notified me
they have cut the lonely poplar
that shoot
from the root
which were a friend to me
my friend in winter
in my loneliness..lonelihood
in my all days on foot
but the plum tree
side by side
very very oldy
has blossomed already
adorned with green leaves
with white flowers as bridals
what a peculı ar thing too
lı fe goes on as always
after the death's gloom
like these
even of my relatives
and dear friends
this year
spring has come a little bit earlier
it is may be
two days or three
we gave to the soı l thee
life for me
a turmoı l though
how many beloved
ı have entombed
..buried
ı do not know
ı cannot remember
waiting his turn
someday someone may be me
will be buried too
you lie in a mosque yard
in the coffin covered with our flag
crimson and white
wi th in the middle a crescent
on a white marble stand-bier
your son
your grown up son tall watching
your wife and daughter in black weeds
weeping
first the noon prayer
and then
the funeral prayer in the graveyard
imam asked for the acquı ttal of claim
we have no claim on you
farewell my friend
that is life they say
what we can say too
the last order from above has come
we are accustomed to these day by day
iti is two days or three
20th march 2010
a new life is beginning for me
without you
fires burn in me
may be the new spring
the river sakar will flow without you
the bungalow
near the sinop black sea will miss you
it is two days or there
since we buried you in soil
life is toll moil and pell mell
and turmoil
so long
farewell
my friend
we will miss you
how can we bear this turmoil
without you
never knowing
we are still waiting for you
each day
as the next day you will rise be coming
good my friend..so long