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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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How Can I Say This?
How can I say this? the sum of my eruditon
Could not assistance give; the poets in my country
And the world over,
Have the words, emphasize the emotions
But I lag far, far behind.
How can I say? When I see the sun rise
The moon dance on moonlit nights
When I hear children laugh and music
From open windows, I remember the blind
Sitarplayer, my father with his violon,
I remember friends passed on who out of wood
Made their own guitars.
How can I say? The land of emotions lies
Just beyond the horizon; like ships with masts
That vanish in the clear beyond. Like rays on light
On dappled water, out of cosmic wonder
Comes grace.
How can I say? The years are often long
Because time stumbles and pauses
As often as I have. These lines, these words
This hand, this pen are the link that tie me
To my innermost thoughts
To my innermost thoughts.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Humanity in Pain
Books lie scattered before me; scattered like my thoughts
Spring has come to the city; blossoms fall and form a carpet on the ground.
Sounds are muted now; the day is coming to an end
Evening draws nigh. The cold wind will bounce off the river
The river that is both a taker and a giver
Flows of thoughts, floods of emotions,
I think of the earthquake in China, the weeping millions
Humanity in pain, and Myanmar, also in tears
War-torn zones, unrest and discord
Jaipur bleeding because of plots that are evil
And so many of earths children without parents, fears
That will remain for all their lives
The earth gives and takes away, while we stand by
Tomorrow might come with our very own goodbye
Tomorrow might come with we know not what
The earth is but a boiling pot.
Rani Turton
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I Thought Of A Place
I thought of a place
A place where my soul could go to be alone.
From here to there with fragile wings
I have flown.
Where I could be myself,
With all my faults, faults multiplied by ten.
Faults I confessed to myself, often.
Where I could observe and understand
The workings of the universe
A universe that often seems to work
To my mind in total reverse.
I thought of a place where
There would be a meeting place
For all colours and accents without anybody
Trying to outdo the other
Trying to outtalk and show their superiority
Over another's culture and birth.
Words, like needles, often prick.
Be yourself, that is the trick.
I thought of a place
Where they would look at the person
Behind the strange name, strange face
Strange accent and strange degrees.
And that is the truth in every country and city.
Unfortunately, more's the pity
We can educate and prune
From Arctic winter to monsoon;
There is a high born accent
A low born accent
and also a third world accent
And for those who live in a tent.
Tell me, is there any such place?
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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I Was Walking in Yesterday
I was walking in yesterday
Wraiths and city nights knew me
I walked far on into the past and then
The complexity of that endless road came across to me
I didn't use word associations, then and now,
Not even to try to place locations in
The map of my mind; I wandered here and there
I was walking in yesterday
As if yesterday was today
And as though the past was alive
I walked into yesterday and it was the friend
Whose name I couldn't recall; it was the wanderer's wine
Bought at a wayside stall
It was the cold water in a village well when the sun burnt the eyes
All the rest was lies
I walked into yesterday but I left my todays behind
I did not realise that I was leaving behind
The remants of the rest of my mind.
Rani Turton
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