Benim de bir annem, vardı yaşlıydı,
Göz yaşı akıtıp, namaz kılardı,
Gece gündüz Allah,Hak yolundaydı,
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Evlat öldü acı, yaşar yıllarca,
Fakirlik çalışmak, durmaz yıllarca,
Kahırlı dünyası,gülmedi burda,
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Oğlum kızım dedi, sevdi bizleri,
Okula gönderip, okuttu beni,
Nasıl ödeyeyim, onca hakkını,
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Hastalık bırakmaz,hiç yakasını,
Şikayet etmezdi,hep çabaladı,
Kolaymıydı altı, evlat anası,
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Derdini demek ki, atmış içine,
Hoş söyleseydi ya ,acaba kime ,
Melhem olmak nerde, olmaz nafile,
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18.04.2012-KIRIKKALE
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MY HORRIBLE MOTHER.....

I also had a mother, she was old,
He shed tears and prayed,
Day and night, Allah was on the path of Truth.
Nice ordeal chest, you would tense my mother.




The son died in pain, he lives for years,
Working in poverty does not stop for years,
Her wretched world did not smile here,
Nice ordeal chest, you would tense my mother.




My son said my daughter, she loved us,
He sent me to school and made me read,
How can I pay, all your rights,
Nice ordeal chest, you would tense my mother.




Illness does not leave, it never catches up,
He didn’t complain, he always tried,
Was it easy six, mother of children,
Nice ordeal chest, you would tense my mother.




I mean, he threw his trouble into him,
If it was nice, I wonder who,
Where is it to be a melhem, no useless,
Nice ordeal chest, you would tense my mother.

18.04.2012-KIRIKKALE
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