Rani Turton Poems

This emptiness within, an utter stillness that could,
Would, should remain transfixed by eternity

Not a sunyatian stillness not the perfect void
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Blazing suns once blackened me
My soul was bright
I watched the moon dancing
With the clouds at night
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Leaves, how they do fall;
Do they happen to wonder at all
Why the earth happens to turn
And them, with seasons spurned.
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Pity, when you tore my heart
I saw the world through different eyes
I saw the leper and the beggar and the lies
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He lay there unmoving; as still as the falling leaves
Around him drifting onto his weathered cheek.
The ground was hard, his legs were thin
His body wrapped in a dhoti that was clean.
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Whenever, my soul like a shrunken dream
Wonders and waits with wasted breath
Destiny beckons on but the road is long
And at the end lies only, only death
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Two glasses of wine
Waiting, on a bare wooden table.
Breathing the air.
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You weaved dreams with your skilfull hands
With silky gossamer thread
They shone in the sunlight
Rippled with the breeze
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I didn't know how to reply
When you said, You are more to me
Than all this;
I don't know why
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This, the Emperor's personal dagger
A wonder in itself,
Made for him in his 39th year
Sold for gold
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