"Doctor" by Atai Tulunoglu
  My mother used to tell me;
  I opened my eyes to world among bombs 
  On  June of 1955. 
  The first person I saw in the world 
  It was a strange coincidence but, 
  Was not my mother 
  Was the Greek Cypriot doctor. 
  That was a coincidence peculiar to my  
  country 
   
  It was a difficult birth. 
  I was so close to death 
  During the two days in oxygen tent. 
  The doctor whom I owe my life 
  Had shown great effort to save my life. 

  At my age of childhood 
  They made me enemy to my people. 
  They made people recite poems,speeches 

                                           For the doctors who saved my life 
                                           Saying,one thousand heads of them do not   
                                           pay for one hatred. 
                                           Nevertheless, the feeling of gratefulness did     
                                           not disappear within  myself.              

                                           Now I have come to my age of youth 
                                           The respect of mine to my doctor 
                                           Burning the depths of my heart 
                                           To see him 
                                           To embrace him 
                                           To thank him from within. 
                                            
                                           But they put obstacles between oueselves 
                                           To make me cold(distant) to my doctor 
                                           To make me not to reach my hand to his. 
                                           How can I forget the past? 
                                           How can I forget the hand of friend 
                                           That embraced me 
                                           And showed me the world and realities.