Poems by Hira Ekin Sürcan
Sakura on a Desert
A new way of life
On a desert full of lie, and my
Feelings are corrupted, and cry
Until my heart feels at ease and unloaded.
Expectations high as the clouds,
It’s getting loud in the crowd
Of my thoughts, and drowned
In the darkness of sleepless nights.
Each day I am forced to hate
This place, and want to evaporate,
Each day I contemplate the fate
That slowly puts me in a grave.
I vanish in the sand without a word,
There are no eulogies to be heard
There is my soul still breathing
There is one pink blossom in the air fleeing
To tell the others I am buried alive.
Ode to my Book
a new book
I was waiting for the release date
for a long time.
When I saw it
on the shelf
in the bookstore,
my heart began to pant.
I tenderly took the book
from the shelf and
opened the first page.
The smell of fresh printed paper
filled my whole heart immediately.
My eyes were honoured
to be able to read
this heavenly book.
When I came home,
I put the book on my book shelf,
next to his brothers and sisters.
I resisted putting it
on my desk because
it would feel lonely.
I restrained myself from
hugging it in front of
others because they may think
I am losing my mind.
So I closed the door
of my room and read it
with joy and happiness,
with thousands of different face expressions,
hugging and smelling.
Don’t let people judge your way of