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Edip Yuksel 

Shunning mature eyebrows nearby,  
I smile to the child in me, I smile conspicuously.
Peter Pan is jumping around with his little sword.
Paying my friends no special attention:  
Trifling with traditions and taboos;
Prickling the illusive mask of social convention.
Ticklish questions hop from his sling:  

Whizzing "why"s, buzzing "how"s  
Jolt and pester sacred cows  

If kings are naked in the crowd,
If priests are telling stories on God!  

Scaring travelers in bandwagons nearby,  
I give candies to the child in me, I give generously.
Each time you blink at a what, or a how or a why  

I think of the child in you, I think anxiously.
I wink at the child in you, I wink curiously.

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