A feeling of nearness to suffering
In our hearts
While we reduce the dimensions
Of the essence of light
With our eyes
In a local scuffle
Them
They have woven a net around us.

Bearing the pains of life
While watching the people with sullen faces
And tired thoughts
All along the years
We have heard the whistle of whips...

With well-concealed thoughts
Those
Never thought of us
And... without any mercy
Have woven a net around us.

© by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
uzeyir.cayci@wanadoo.fr