Hard On Me Poem by Okan Emanet

Hard on me!
Just because a wealth of exalt pursues your name
doesn't necessarily mean you hold the torch or flame.
Only when those flowered words get to play a game
will you come to fight a losing battle in shame.
At no time will there be a surge in honour!
In no way will they be a barrier to rumour!
'You are a miraculous power; too bold a claim! '

Hard on me to see these are music to one's ears,
Hard on me to watch one ignoring all the fears,
Hard on me to swim in the pool of shining tears.

As an ageing tree, I wear my heart on my sleeve,
with all the emotions bathed utterly and naive,
yet all the freezing stones cluster in gathering sheeve.
As if they were about to swear and thieve,
they would be over the cloud to deceive
' the yellow leaves of the trunk cannot conceive.'

Hard on me to find an extenuating reason...
Hard on me to let them grow in previous season...
Hard on me to make the heart blossom...