UPON THE LAST FLIGHT Oh, oh, oh... Can you believe? I’m flying... People are just like ants, houses seem to be as little boxes... Oceans are not immense, anymore, nomore... I always change my hat... Why should I change my hat?.. Custom man! Please let me in! I won’t sell my wings!.. They are the only means I can fly with!.. Devastating wars at some places, at other places a hidden war called peace... Winds shift by this way, by that way people understand... Starved children of India, poor women of Kashmir... All passing through my eyes, in less than a second... Air Forces! This is me... Civil... Powerless... Don’t be afraid... I confirm your omnipotence, but no plane can land on hearts... Oh, that’s awful... I approached to the power plant, And my wings started to melt, I got heavier and heavier... They say the death of a bird visits him upon flight, But life too had visited me at skies... Little girl! Take me to your home!.. I am wounded, can’t move... If you help me, I can tell you fairy tales, nesting on your shoulder... I will always have some wounds, I can’t fly properly... Seas, mountains, lakes, streams... All would be alone... I would be alone... Caress me, I have no wings, I’ve lost my heart upon highlands... Oh little girl, you don’t know that you have many things to do... Little girl! Hide my existence, underline my resistance, understand my insistance!.. This can be my last flight and you should be with me... Ulas Basar Gezgin, 31.05.2002
Posted on: Sun, 21 Jul 2013 22:05:53 +0000
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