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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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It is So Hard to be Alone
It is so very hard to be alone; from dawn to dusk
From dusk to dawn, alone, alone alone.
From a chant to a rant to a highpaying job
To an apartment in St Germain des Pres
That everybody wants to rob.
It is very hard to be a cog in the wheel
It is very hard to be a cog without a wheel
To turn, to burn in one's flaming solitude.
From birth to death, this profession of existence
Making an art of solitude, an act of independance.
It is so easy to die alone.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Its Curtains Everyday
Real life, not fiction.
When you leave nobody asks you to stay.
When you forget that you once were loved
And that memories could have kept you warm
But then nobody reminded you of that anyway
As you go, into the mists, all alone
In the biting cold and as the fog rises
Love was a luxury that could have kept you from harm.
Sunsets and sunrises
Nobody asked you to stay
Silences lay thick a clouds
Blocking out the sun
Blocking out the intrusive crowds
Its curtains everyday.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Jaipur, Bleeding
History and blood mingle together
For some people life and time stood still;
Terror strikes again
From whom, those who were hate-inspired;
To whom, the innocent as usual.
Who will heal the wounded? Who will ask
Why some people want to maim and then bask
In a kind of kinky glory
But all that is yet another story:
Families bear their loss with dignity
Jaipur will stand up and continue to live
Though it is hard to forget and forgive.
This poem is dedicated to Abha.
Rani Turton
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Just Believe
In our todays yesterday looms large
The present isnt the past;
In other words, the past is still omnipresent
Steering sometimes unskillfully like a barge
Sometimes disaster looms
Unannounced, uncalled for;
A wreck that lies on a shore.
The saddest of songs and the most ancient of wrongs
Can bring on the tears;
We are all equal before our fears.
Today has the faint tinge of bitterness
Tomorrow will come, with the steepest of slopes
To climb, to pause, to think
That you can stumble on the brink:
Just believe that in life, something is taken
Something is given
All is forgiven: tomorrow will come
That the gift of words that you have
Will remain articulate: you will inspire
Like the tallest of spires
Your words will remain in many hearts
Just believe, you are not forgotten
Not by man or deity or life begotten
Words of consequence and comfort
And love and life will come back again.
Rani Turton
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