Pen And Paper In Hand Şiiri - Kasım Kobakçı

The first crazy infatuation,
Pen and paper in hand,
He always writes poetry,
And painting a woman,
A crumpled letter in his palms,
He kisses and cries.

The second madman is resentful of God,
Out of faith, out of religion,
Cursing all day,
Because you created women,
He has big big hands,
It will shatter the sky in one grip,
Let the guards leave him.

One of the third crazy poor people,
His eyes are blank like glass, blue eyes,
In a fire four years ago,
Her lover is burnt out,
He couldn't stand it, he was mad.

The fourth madman is sane,
Evidently, his dreams have exhausted his life,
Didn't like the way the world went,
That's why they called him crazy.