Invisible (Poetry)
We have seen many worldly people
out of gratitude or out of spite
be impatient
worn out rugged
Wiping the corners of the eyelids with the shabby arms of
that suddenly they remember something
The siren of the night mill takes away their sentiments shocked
They sprinkle like a boundless river of honey
Truly be captivated by the new harsh reality
start wanting to live
A few more days with full consciousness in the world
Those who don't give time to others start to feel invisible
These ancestral identities accumulated
We have learned so much by taking care of each other.
that can be lived
Look into the eyes of this tyrannical time
A farmer's chest raised with pride
mopping with an old towel and self-respect
increasing forehead wrinkles
And sweat can still be changed
In the vital water necessary for plants
seeing such invisible sights
gives strength to vision
Whom to rely on in the most difficult and orphan nights
Even bright sunlight can be seen protected
Whose glasses are called foggy and discarded
This post-modern time is screaming at all information in the lies
Something is becoming terrible in fear