My Turn Makes Me Mourn

My Turn Makes Me Mourn short poem

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I wait for my turn as Milton stands and waits for his turn bright
Oh! Being mourn for my turn rakes up my grief in the urn
To charge my body with violent torrent of blood
Causing turbulent in my grumble to shed my fury
In a hurry to snub my worry about my life in pieces
Crushing my senses never to cherish fresh nourishing future.
That wishes to live in harmony subsiding my rising temper
To sweep away the swelling thunderous desire
My mind churns to reach my turn, a question of time at last!!!

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Mothi Bai

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Ass. prof. of English, I have qualification in German language . I have been teaching German since 15 years, My working place is S VIVEKANANDA DEGREE COLLEGE ,NEHRU NAGAR PUTTUR (D. K.) 574203 KARANATAKA INDIA. I have learnt hindustani music also
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