Zekai Ozgun

Sweatheart,
you were feeling safe at home…
They sent a bomb on to your heads with your parents,
your face covered with blood,
...

It was ten years ago, she gave birth to a baby girl,
In a hot summer day,
explosions to welcome the newly born,
She felt grateful to those celebrating so laudly,
...

She would play today with Aisha, her doll,
Had the bomb not,
Dropped on the roof of their house,
Reduced it into rubbles,
...

With your mere existence,
realization forces itself into being that
selflessness can be something conceivable.
An impenetrable, impossible parallel form of life
...

She would play today with Aisha,
Her doll,

-with black hair, and big black eyes
...

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