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When in deep despair, melancholy takes my hand
Carresses my cheek gently and for the life of me
The words don't come and I cannot speak
The words like still pools reflect dark moonless nights
Emotions that have plundered and run away
To mountain hideouts
Sensitivity and argument
Music and metronomy
Strings and wood
Voices and fingers
Leave me thus shaken by their power
Of enchantment; all that I saw and read
Felt and dreamt here and there and everywhere
When in deep despair I think of my mother's love
And my old father who always asks for me
In spite of my age; the trust and devotion
I gave to some, often unreturned
But that doesn't matter. Cycles of life and love
Go away and come back again
When in deep despair I wonder and reflect
Melancholy is a friend, not a fiend but for whom
There is none, noone to touch my hand today.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Thursday, February 05, 2009 |
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Mamta Agarwal (2/5/2009 7:34:00 AM)
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full of wisdom and maturity. nothing lasts, cycle of life goes on, when in deep despair, melancholy takes my hand- i can identify with this. truly beautiful poem. shows strength of character and forbearance...10-
Mamta
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Kris Smith (2/5/2009 5:47:00 AM)
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Rani the power of your pen is overwhelming, how can anyone refuse to hold that hand, again your poetry holds the eyes and the heart 10 +++ Chris
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JOSEPH POEWHIT (2/5/2009 5:31:00 AM)
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That last line is full of emotion.
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