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
Enjoyed this poem very much. I think this place is in the afterlife.
If there is I have not found it Yet.Perhaps one day we will all realise we are interdependent
I have found that place deep within myself. Haven't been there since past 8 years. I must admit it was a bliss when I practiced meditation in those days. I don't know why I don't feel like going there now. This poem will inspire me to go there again. Thank you Ma'am.
Such a sad thing Rani that a place where the things you describe as practised would be hard to find.. may dreams such as yours come true one day....10 from Fay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some very interesting thoughts and you present them nicely. I don't know the answer. I think life has to be a constant searching without any lasting resting place.