Bir Kase Çorba Bir Kuş Yuvası

Bir Kase Çorba, Bir Kuş Yuvası

Bir zamanlar taş konurdu duvara,
Kuşlar da düşünülürdü o arada.
Minareler sadece ezanla var olmaz,
Yuvayla süslenirdi her kubbede arda.

Komşunun ocağında pişen yemekten,
Bir tas da düşerdi karşı evdekine.
Kokusu değil, hatırı yayılırdı sokaktan,
Bir çorbayla girilirdi kalbine.

Şimdi kimsesiz büyür çocuklar sokakta,
Bir poşet hırsızlığıyla başlar hayat.
Annesi sabıkalı, babası hapiste ya da,
Devlet dosyasında: “Riskli çocuk” – sırat.

Bir yaşlı unutulmuş dört duvar içinde,
Emekle ördüğü ömür, şimdi yük gibi.
Bayramda kimse aramaz artık kendince,
Yalnızlık, en acı ölümden bile sanki.

Bir işçi çöker merdivende sırtıyla,
Asgariyle geçin der patron nutkuyla.
Kazanır en az, harcar en çok umuduyla,
“Helal lokma” der, susar gözyaşıyla.

Bir genç kadın ezilir sokak bakışında,
Ne okulu destekler ne ailesi yanında.
Hayali doktorluktu, gerçeği mağazada,
Etiket takar şimdi, umut takamadan dudağına.

Bir amca çöpten kâğıt toplar gece,
Ev dediği baraka, sokak lambası pencere.
Çocuklar hor bakar, ‘param yok’ dedikçe,
Bir çuval geçim, alın teriyle ince.

Mahalle yıkılmış, site dikilmiş betonla,
Balkonlar demir, gözler perdelidir artık.
“Merhaba” lüks, “Hoş geldin” masal,
Asansörde selam bile çekinir artık.

Düğünlerde takılar, mezarlıkta unutuş,
İnsanlar kalabalık, ruhlar hep suskun.
Sosyal medya gülerken gözyaşı kuruş,
Yüz bin takipçiyle, içi hep yoksun.

Hak desen, kapalı bir dosya gibi,
Zengin konuşur, fakirin sesi kesilir.
Bir hukuk mezunu pazarda sebze gibi,
Hayaliyle değil, pazarlığıyla ezilir.

Ama bizdik bir zamanlar şefkati yazan,
Yetime kol, kimsesize can olan.
Bir kase çorbayla gönül alan,
Bir kuş yuvasıyla vicdan kuran.

Dönelim artık yiten izlere,
Bir tebessüm yetmez mi öfkeye?
Bir tas aşla, bir selamla belki de,
İyileşir bu çağın bütün yarası sevgiyle.

A Bowl of Soup, A Bird's Nest

There was a time when a stone was placed on the wall,
Birds were also considered at that time Dec.
Minarets do not exist only with the call to prayer,
He was Decked with a nest in every dome successively.

From the food cooked on the neighbor's January,
A stone would also fall on the one opposite the house.
Not the smell, but the memory would spread from the street,
He entered his heart with a soup.

Now the children who grow up alone are on the street,
Life begins with the theft of a bag.
His mother has a criminal record, his father is in prison, or,
In the state file: ”Risky child" – sirat.

An elderly forgotten within four walls,
The life he knitted with labor is now like a burden.
No one calls on the holiday anymore by themselves,
Loneliness, as if even from the most painful death.

A worker collapses with his back on a ladder,
Get along with the minimum, the boss says with his speech.
Wins the least, spends the most in the hope,
He says "Halal morsel", he is silent with tears.

A young woman is crushed in the street gaze,
He doesn't support the school, he's not with his family.
His dream was a doctor, the truth is in the store,
He wears a label now, before he can put hope on his lip.

An uncle collects paper from garbage at night,
The shed he calls home, the streetlight, the window.
Children look with contempt when they say‘ ’I don't have money',
A bag of livelihood, thin with forehead sweat.

The neighborhood was destroyed, the site was erected with concrete,
The balconies are iron, the eyes are curtained now.
"Hello" luxury, ”Welcome" fairy tale,
He even hesitates to say hello in the elevator now.

Jewelry at weddings, forgetting at the cemetery,
People are crowded, souls are always silent.
Tears while social media laughs penny,
With a hundred thousand followers, you're always out of it.

Right pattern, like a closed file,
The rich speak, the poor are silenced.
A law graduate is like a vegetable in the Sunday market,
He is crushed not by his dream, but by his bargain.

But we were the ones who once wrote compassion,
Take care of the orphan, the one who lives without anyone.
Who takes heart with a bowl of soup,
Who builds a conscience with a bird's nest.

Let's go back to the lost tracks now,
Isn't a smile enough for anger?
With a cup of love, with a greeting maybe,
The whole wound of this age heals with love.

Sıcak Rüzgar
Kayıt Tarihi : 28.5.2025 16:38:00