Do you remember?
That very day, it was boiling hot,
When I was playing football beside your father's mirror shop?
You were just enjoying yourself,
Having your ice cream
And didn't even care about your surroundings.
I was with a few youths,
We were just kicking the ball around,
And I've kicked the ball so hard,
That it landed to your father's shop window....
What a moment that was!
All the mirrors just shattered to pieces,
And your father angrily just tore our football,
He ripped it to pieces, with the broken glass shards.
I managed to pick up a piece,
Because I knew I would find you in them...
Your astonishing beauty,
Lay on every single of them......
What a moment that was!
Your father suddenly grabbed my wrist,
He took me to my father,
To get his compensation....
It's a sad scene,
On one side being ashamed,
On the other side, putting your father through drama.
At that very moment,
My father pushed me so hard,
To topple over the ground....
My arm and leg just broke,
I was in severe pain.
But I just had something calming me,
It was your beautiful face,
That reflected to me on the glass..
But this time it was just useless!
I stared but couldn't see your face.
The mirror, the glass that reflected you,
Didn't have a trace of your beauty...
The shattered glass that once portrayed you,
Was not reflecting your beautiful face.
It's a shame I had to pay,
With a broken arm and leg....
Just to realise a bitter truth!
Hüseyin
&
Sunset