LONGING FOR A MOTHER
The breath that fills my lungs today,
Reminds me of my mother,
Her compassionate gazes,
Believe me, they warm my heart,
My tearful eyes reflected in the mirror,
Always make me miss my mother,
My shaking hands and my aching wounded heart
Longing for my mother’s warmth,
My hair that is blown by the harsh winds today,
Waiting for my mother’s affection and caress
In this suffering world with endless sorrow and trouble,
Makes me long for a drop of mother’s love with a candle...
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THE INK OF A PEN
You don’t know what can be said in the ink of a pen,
Sometimes you hear the humming sound of loneliness and sometimes of sorrow,
If your pen is not sharper than a sword,
One day you will cry with what leaks from your ink,
You don’t know what can be said in the ink of a pen,
Sometimes you heal a wounded bird with a broken wing,
If your pen is no remedy for people in trouble,
You will also be wounded with what leaks from your ink,
You don’t know what can be said in the ink of a pen,
You relight a lantern that has long gone out,
If poison flows from your pen instead of ink,
You will also sip the sherbet of death with what spills from your ink.
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- SEZGİ KAYA
Ankara, Türkiye
Sunday, June 8, 2025
Two Poems by Sezgi Kaya
Sezgi Kaya: A Rising Literary Talent
Sezgi Kaya, born in Ankara, is a university student pursuing Philosophy. Her literary works have been featured in various esteemed publications, showcasing her creative prowess. Her poems have been published in numerous literary magazines and newspapers, including Minota Culture and Art Magazine, Kalemlik Literature and Art Magazine, Tahta Fikir Literature Magazine, Posta Newspaper, İnsan Art Magazine, and many others, such as Cultural Reverence International Culture and Art Magazine and Literature Notebook Culture Platform. Her work continues to inspire and engage readers.
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