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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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The Night, Glorious, Unbending
The night, glorious, unbending,
Takes and gives nothing away
The night, silent, refuses the alms offered by day
Day, loquacious, has questions and answers
But the night doesn't even ponder
Looks far ahead, yonder
Night silently turns away.
Day is curious about these silences
That stretch into infinity: silences that stretch
Until the pale dawn arises
Silences that from ages past and ages to come
Are the very inscrutable embodiment
Of what the night has become.
Rani Turton
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The River Ran Red: The Kalinga War
The river ran red; thousands died as they gave their lives
The king bowed his head; Widows and orphans this day
Families in mourning, and he, only he, was the cause.
The river ran red. Resistance at the cost of lives
Humans and animals died side by side
The mutilation and the pain, the Daya flowing red, flowing red
And thus it came about that
He knelt and cheeks wet, the King wept.
Edicts in stone that speak. Misery and bloodshed
But no glory. As far from glory as conscience can be
Watching the mayhem in misery..
The river ran red. The King wept.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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The Waiting
I had been waiting
Night after night
Until my tears had
Almost dimmed my sight
I had been waiting
And wondering for long
If life was only this
Dreary long song
I was then thinking
I should strive and grow
And even let this secret,
This love of mine show
This then is destiny
A road chalked out alone
Written in tears
In blood and in bone
Mine then is this journey
An uncertain end
To never know if you will wait
Around the next winding bend.
Rani Turton
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Tree in the Wind
Buffeted by the wind, tossing and turning
Recklessly striving to hold ground
Existing, resisting, persisting:
The choice is to stand tall
Or fall.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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