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HAYALİME GEL ARTIK ANNEM..
HİDAYET DOĞAN OSMANOĞLU

HAYALİME GEL ARTIK ANNEM..





Kaç yýl geçti annem hala gelmedin,
Memnunsun yerinden galiba annem,
Seninle gidenler döndü seferden,
Özlemedin beni herhalde annem.



Bir selam gönder gelip gidenle,
Ne mani var buna hele bir söyle,
Kavuþtun varýp sen kutlu menzile,
Rüyama bir girde sevindir annem.



Yazlar bahar kýþlar geçiyor sensiz,
Yýllar aylar günler belli belirsiz,
Kabrinde yat sen uyu sessiz sessiz,
Beni de burada unutma annem.



Her geçen yýl özlemim artar,
Yaþlandýkça seni gözlerim arar,
Yerin boþ duruyor çocuklar sorar,
Bir kere gel nolur sevindir annem.



Kapandý kapýmýz kimseler gelmez,
Perdeler çekildi ýþýðým yanmaz,
Günler aylar geçer arayan olmaz,
Iþýðýmý yak ta uyandýr annem.



Seccaden duruyor nurdan kokunla,
Dururdun namaza derin huzurla,
Kaldýysam ayakta makbul duanla,
Duanda beni de unutma annem.



Ne çabuk da geçti onca yýl hýzla,
Kalan yoktur derler yalan dünyada,
Sýra bize gelir baþka baharda,
Vuslatým yaklaþtý gelirim annem.



Hüdayi annemi özler yanarým,
Anne annem diye kucak ararým,
Yaþlýlýk deminde hayal kurarým,
Hayalime uðra gel artýk annem.

31.10.2018//KIRIKKALE
HÝDAYET DOÐAN


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COME TO MY DREAMS, MY MOM NOW ..

How many years have passed my mother, you still haven’t come,
I think you are happy from your place, my mother,
Those who went with you returned from the expedition,
I guess you didn’t miss me, my mother.

Send a greeting to those who come and go,
What is the obstacle to this, especially tell me,
You reached the holy range,
Happy in a dream, my mother.

Summers, spring and winters pass without you,
Years, months, days vaguely
You lie in your grave, sleep quietly,
Don’t forget me here too, my mother.

My longing increases with each passing year,
My eyes search for you as I get older,
Your place is empty, the children ask,
Come once please, please my mother.

Our door is closed, nobody comes,
The curtains were drawn, my light does not come on,
Days and months pass, no caller,
Wake up my light, my mother.

Your prayer rug stands with your scent of light,
You would stop praying with deep peace,
If I stayed standing up with your welcome prayer,
Don’t forget me in prayer, my mother.

How quickly all those years passed quickly,
They say there is no remainder in the false world,
Another spring comes to us
I will come closer, my mother.

I miss my mother, I burn,
I look for my mother as my mother,
I dream of old age,
Come to my dream now, my mother.

31.10.2018 // KIRIKKALE
HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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