This article was automatically translated from the original Turkish version.
The poison that could not kill in the poured pot,
The poor mouse searches for a place to hide.
As this silent city swallows the night,
Helplessly it waits for a sly mouse.
At the counter the deceitful tea seller,
His words bitter, his eyes stone-cold.
He watches without uttering a word,
Beside him the grunting assistant.
Water trickling from the tap is tainted,
Containers fill all around with murky fear.
Neither poison kills nor water purifies,
In this silent corner time comes to a halt.
{'author': 'Özgüler, Nihat.', 'title': '“Zavallı Fare.”', 'type': 'Unpublished poem.', 'date': 'October 2026.'}
