This article was automatically translated from the original Turkish version.
At night a hum envelops this city,
Car horns cry out “I am here” from some streets,
Even the moon refuses to reflect in others, not belonging to them.
One must step into solitude,
Find oneself,
And return home.
Salt stings the face,
For some, this narrow strait has become a refuge,
For others, not even a single street in this vast city has been granted as a place.
One must look at the light on the ground,
Follow it and discover the truth.
When the mind grows silent, one realizes the hum belongs to them,
Not like others who blush at the sea’s waves,
They sit and weep, transformed into someone else.
The air feels cold,
One must cross the narrow strait,
Take back what is truly theirs,
And find a new place.
Peri, Ebrar Sıla. "Kimse'nin Şiiri." Unpublished manuscript poem. 2023.
