ARTISAN OF WORDS


I am an artisan of words
Which I sculpt, chisel and fashion the way I can;
I am a creator of worlds;
I pour my emotion into the poems I write.
I breathe life into them, blow them skywards
And finish them only when they sound right.

These remnants of thought without reason
Will remain on pages season after season
Long after I'm gone; when my task is done
The love, the longing, the pain
Will be evoked then by somebody else
Who in turn will remember and write again
To create another slow soft song
That people can read and draw into their hearts
Then pillowed by words, cushioned by dreams
My poems will ride high the moonbeams.


Copyright: Rani Turton 2007


Sunday, August 3, 2008

Shah Jahan's Dagger

This, the Emperor's personal dagger
A wonder in itself,
Made for him in his 39th year
Sold for gold
But worth much much more
This khanjar has travelled far
From the Yamuna and all that it holds
The splendor of that tomb
A poem in stone
Where the Emperor's was added
Almost like an afterthought.

Prince Khurram, if you have any tears left,
Weep.


This historical gold-encrusted dagger was sold for 1.7 million pounds on the 10th April,2008. It had already left India decades back. Shah Jahan was the Mughal Emperor who built the Taj Mahal in 1632 as a tomb for his beloved wife, Mumtaz Mahal.

Copyright 2008
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