Dün yine seni gezdim memleketim, Tepeden baktým uzaklardan, Semt semt taradý seni gözlerim, Cadde cadde sokak sokak.
Ýnsanlarýmýz yollarda yürümüyor artýk, Kimse tükürmüyor yerlere, Yýkýk viran evler kalmamýþ artýk, Her tarafý benziyor cennete.
Bir yanda doðduðum ev duruyor, Mezarda kardeþlerim bekliyor. Burasý benim memleketim, Yeni mahalle doðup yaþadýðým semtim.
Top oynardýk burda bir zamanlar, Yapmýþlar üst üste binalar, Gözümde tütüyor arkadaþlar, Anamýn bana yaptýðý dualar.
Anam yatar yüksek tepede, Babam eski kalabalýk yerde, Kardeþlerim yok niye ayrý, Bekleyin beni günlerim sayýlý.
Evler bir kattý çoçuklukta, Gökdelenlerle dolmuþ dünya, Kýzlar oynar yolda oðlanlarla, Okula diye çýkarlar çarþýya.
Kýrýkkale’m nerden gelmiþ adýn, Yok artýk eski tuzun tadýn, Ünüversitemizde var gözümüz aydýn, Kampüste bir baþýma geçmiyor günler.
Çarþýda geçti çocukluðum, Pazarda az mý tezgah kurdum, Babam rahmetli hep çalýþ derdi oðlum, Hepsi gelip geçti masal oldu þimdi.
Yahþihan,Yuva,Selim Özer, Vefa arama insanlarda ne gezer, Mezarým açýlmýþ beni bekler, Güzel gelsin ölüm bir baþka güzel.
Ýlkokulda bir Yasemin vardý, Sarý saçýndan hocamýz iplik yapardý, Ne güzeldi Allahým sarý saçlýydý, Sýnýfýmýza tümgün neþe saçardý..
Liselinin aþklarý baþka olur, Kýzlar havalý zor bulunur, Her gencin hayalinde bir genç kýz, Platonik aþklar birgün son bulur..
Sende son bulacak hayatým, Ey güzel þehir,benim memleketim, Taþýna topraðýna deðiþmem dünyayý, Doðduðum doyduðum öldüðüm þehir...
10.11.2014//KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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MY KIRIKKALE IS MY HOMESTAY ...
Yesterday I traveled to you, my country, I looked from above from far away District by district, my eyes scanned you, Street street street street.
Our people don’t walk the roads anymore Nobody spits places There are no ruined houses anymore, It looks like every part of heaven.
On one side stands the house I was born in, My brothers are waiting at the grave. This is my hometown, The new neighborhood is my neighborhood where I was born and lived.
We used to play ball here once They have built buildings one after another, My friends are hot in my eyes, The prayers my mother made to me.
My mother lies on the high hill, My father in the old crowded place Why don’t I have brothers and sisters? Wait for me, my days are numbered.
Houses were one floor in childhood, The world filled with skyscrapers, Girls play with boys on the road They go to the market because they go to school.
Where did your name Kýrýkkale come from, No more taste the old salt, Our eyes are enlightened in our university, The days do not happen alone on campus.
My childhood passed in the market, Did I set up a little loom in the market, My father used to say that the deceased always work, my son, All of them have come and gone now.
Yahþihan, Home, Selim Özer, Searching for loyalty wanders people, My grave is opened awaits me, May it be good, death is another beautiful.
There was a Jasmine in primary school, Our teacher used to make yarn from his blonde hair, How beautiful it was, my goodness was blond, He would give joy to our class all day long ..
High school loves different, Girls are cool, hard to find, A young girl in every young person’s dream Platonic loves end someday ..
My life will end in you O beautiful city, my hometown, I wouldn’t change the world for its stone, its soil, The city where I was born and died ...
10.11.2014 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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