Bİni Aşan Hasret

If you come across a plane tree in the heart of Mesopotamia, on a summer day, in the dome-like heat of Urfa, with the untethered colts tired after an enthusiastic run on the grassy plains, take refuge in its generous shade. With your back leaning on its cool shade, closing your eyes, listen to the sound of the leaves calling the wind. These voices are actually the groans of a dear friend, a virtuous poet; Misbah is Hijri's lament for the gazelles slaughtered in the mountains...
Mustafa SAN CAR

The poet's poetic language has a sharp and profound, clear narrative aspect that can be commented on. He adopted the possibilities of language as his motto. With a bright embrace... He is not tired of writing peace poems... He presents it to the readers, Misbah Hijri, writer and poet. Poetry is indispensable for him. The image decides which word and which companionship. In this book, our poet has rich and effective associations. You see the bar raised in each of his poems. It's a good thing we have poetry in our lives. We have literary men who say "every line is a candle to the darkness". In the reality of our age, there lives a Misbah Hijri who embraces the world with compassion and writes poetry. The metaphor in his discourse is a candidate to be remembered. It's as if the poem is waving to the reader, line by line, with the sign of "a tremor of joy takes me over" of emotional intensification at the crossroads of longing. His writings take a place in the strict poetic lane. Our poet is struggling with poetry, he is qualified and at the same time he has a unique pen in his own way.
Osman ERKAN