warrior painter preacher sage <br />something here from every age <br />that scholars students alike rage <br /> <br />conqueror vicar silent monk <br />on glades and lakes geese honk <br />comes of age the Turkish wonk <br /> <br />gawkers hawkers fill Taksim <br />bubbling cauldron full to brim <br />nuzzling youth in corners dim <br /> <br />parks museums golden horn <br />races many, winds had borne <br />melted in and a nation born <br /> <br />bridges tunnels trains tracks <br />baggage stacks, touristy sacks <br />millions pass with their packs <br /> <br />landscape of hearty blissful views <br />legends of maidens run profuse <br />sparking the wit of many a muse <br /> <br />trams crisscross old and new <br />boats of every colour and hue <br />patience is this country's glue <br /> <br />thump of music in the air <br />Sounds of supping, laughter fair <br />A hijab'd figure hurrying there <br /> <br />on road street corner bend <br />gladly offered for every trend <br />delicious food of every blend <br /> <br />painted girls in streets by side <br />waiting consorts to hitch a ride <br />for just a night they'll be a bride <br /> <br />dine wine and dancing girls <br />a life of travel jewels pearls <br />historic fancy of counts earls<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/istanbul-17052k14/
