This soil
Yearned solidly
For my first cry
I grew up
Consuming the smell
Of this soil
This soil
Had become the cake
In the toy cup of my childhood
This soil
The virgin who blossomed
With the touch of my feet
The plant of my hope
Had grown on her
Chubby cheek
This soil
Was soaked
With my sweat
This soil
Is not alien to me
It is my aim and reality.
By Ismail Meladi
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