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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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If You Have To Leave
If you have to leave go, go swiftly before I can summon
My voice to call you back; go swiftly before I can raise my hand
To stop you, to try to hold you back, to touch you
To reason with you and try to make you understand.
If you have to leave, ignore this stifling heart and this biting cold
If tears prick my eyes its because I never knew
How to say goodbye; its just because, just because
I was ignorant of love, loss and all their laws.
If you have to leave don't turn back for a last look
I wouldn't be able to bear that, no, not that;
I would remember the warmth of your embrace
That place near your heart, my own treasured place.
Go now and be done: You have to go your way;
Leave me to my thoughts, to think and pray
Leave me to this cold wintry life alone, to wait
Until my life's choices mingle with my personal fate.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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If You Still Loved Me
If you still loved me
You would have returned, from far away
Or never ever have gone
If you still loved me
You would have wiped the tears from my eyes
You would have, without argument
Waited for me at every dusk
And then you, maybe, at times would
Draw the curtains and let in the moonlight
You would have softly spoken a few words at dawn
About us; about destiny; ah, you would never have gone.
Copright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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In A Peculiar State of Mind
In a peculiar state of mind
Neither here nor there as my brain cells click
And merge and try to make sense
Of conflictng information; that somewhere
There is a universal path to
Peace and love; that our children's children
Will find safe roads to walk on
And pure lakes and minds to swim in;
That wars will remain in the pages of history;
That illness and pain will dissolve
In pools of limpid rain.
That there will remain only one race
Humane.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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In the Earth, People Sleep
In the earth, people sleep
Branches swing
As small birds sing
Some souls departed into air
Seeking mokshaic release there
For each and all
The attainment and atonement
The relief of leaving
Leaving all wordly goods and strife
The completion of one's brief life
Nobody to please
Just release.
In the earth people sleep
Elsewhere, millions have promises to keep.
Copyright 2008 Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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