Classical, symbolic model 

for a self-aware poem

[It is] as short 

as it is beautiful,

Millennial content,

Momentary verse.

I will return to them

Again and again.

Not exactly today

Shall I reveal [my] story.

…Some fantom 

Woke up in my mind.

…[It] waits for no one,

Asks for nothing,

From others,

Particularly from them 

(from Flower and Butterfly).

Having started in an undisclosed location,

[And] lost in an unknown spot,

Clinging to the threads of boredom and submission,

There were 

Old,

Too old photos of 

Beautiful surprise and gentle smile,

Cracked from their corners.

When I, along with the master,

Glued in and restored the photo,

A teardrop fell…

Even the most brutal words

Would not hit that hard!...

It was a photo of a belated spring,

It was a photo of my loved one picking the flowers.

…Adhan is heard from the mosque-side,

Bells are heard from the church-side.

But I… remain voiceless!...