KESKİN MÜSELLİM - HANIMIN KÖYÜ...

Daðýn eteðinde ne kadar güzel,
Tepelerde geziyor bir kartal, bir de leylek,
Taze açmýþ çiçekler her bir tarafta,
Cennete benziyor Müsellim Köyüm..



Sarý sarý papatyalar açmýþ,
Mantar dolu her taraf, yaðmurla çýkmýþ,
Müsellim adý bilmem,nereden çýkmýþ,
Taze bademler, mis kokulu çiçekler açmýþ.



Harmanda saman yapardý, Ahmet Dayý’m,
Koyunlar melemiyor, kalmamýþ otlaðým,
Harman yeri, her taraf yeni ev olmuþ,
Köyüm ýssýz,mezarlýk dolmuþ..



Yaz geldi arýlar uçtu çiçeklere,
Bal yapmýþlar peteklere,
Kur’anda arýnýn adý geçer,
Allah vahyetmiþ der arýya.



Baþý dumanlý yine Barek Daðý’mýn,
Çelebiye bakýp sanki yarýþýr,
Cennet gibi güzel hem saðým,hem de solum,
Aldýðým hava,soluduðum soluðum.



Namaz kýlýyor camide çocuklar,
Yaz gelse yine Kur’anýmý okusalar,
Masum yavrular,cennet vataným,
Uðruna can feda eder,yavrularým..



Çangal’da söðüt keserdik,
Tilkili’ye ava giderdik,
Köprü Köyü’nde balýklar vardý,
Yosunlu balýklar, ýrmak kokardý..



Yücesar’dan baktým dün Köyüme,
Ne çok yeni ev yapýlmýþ,yolun yanýna,
Harman yerini aradým, yok oralarda,
Tuðlasý taze,beton atmýþlar konaða..



Bozkýrýn ortasýnda hanýmýn köyü,
Yolu güzel olmuþ,çiçek kokusu yayýlýr daðlardan,
Ne güzel yaratmýþ seni böyle Yaratan,
Bir defa gelen olur sana hayran.


10.11.2014//KIRIKKALE
HÝDAYET DOÐAN

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KESKÝN MÜSELLÝM - HANIMIN VILLAGE ...

How beautiful at the foot of the mountain,
An eagle and a stork wandering in the hills,
Freshly bloomed flowers all around
My village is like Heaven Musellim ..

Yellow yellow daisies bloomed,
Mushrooms all around, out of the rain
I’m musell, I don’t know the name, where did it come from?
Fresh almonds and fragrant flowers bloomed.

He used to make hay in the threshing floor, Uncle Ahmet,
The sheep do not bleat, my pasture is gone,
Threshing floor, everywhere is new home,
My village is desolate, the cemetery is full ..

Summer came, bees flew to the flowers,
They made honey for honeycombs,
The name of the bee is mentioned in the Quran,
God has revealed to the bee.

My Barek Mountain with its head is smoky again,
It looks as if it competes by looking at the Çelebi,
Heavenly beautiful both right and left,
The air I breathe is the breath I breathe.

Children pray in the mosque,
If summer comes, if they read my Quran again,
Innocent cubs, my paradise homeland,
I sacrifice life for my sake, my offspring ..

We used to cut willows in Çangal,
We used to go hunting for Tilkil,
There were fish in Köprü Village,
Mossy fish, the river smelled ..

I looked at my village yesterday from Yücesar,
How many new houses have been built next to the road,
I searched for threshing floor, it’s not there,
The bricks were fresh, the concrete was thrown into the mansion.

The lady’s village in the middle of the steppe,
The road is beautiful, the smell of flowers spreads from the mountains,
How beautifully He created you like this,
Once you come, you admire.

10.11.2014 // KIRIKKALE
HÝDAYET DOÐAN

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