The
Lamentations of Life
The
Mother of Life sits still
In
between the many folds of Earth
She
sits,
With
a flowery crown adorning her head
And
with thousands of butterflies covering her body
She
sits,
Still,
Lost
in anguish
Swallowing
her gulps in silence,
Too
weak to even bite her lips
Or
to shed loud sobs
As
she witnesses
What
is happening to her offspring!
The
Mother of Life sits still
Seeming
to be the picture of peace
But,
in her mind,
A
woven labyrinth from which only
The
dexterous emerges,
After
having dared to dive in,
A
scene from hell plays itself!
She
can compare the beauty and the purity
With
which she sparkled once
With
the grit and the dirt which flies among her children now
She
can smell the putridity of evil shadows
As
these pleasure themselves in dancing
All
day long merely to tempt her sons into sins
She
can feel how powerless she has become
In
a medium which she had created
Which
she had thought she would rule
But
which had become
That
to rule her!
The
Wise Spirit
The
spirit of Nature flows in rivers and oceans,
It
blows itself all over the world
And
scatters itself in snowfalls
As
it,
It
knew it was the life force of everything that is
In
this world!
The
spirit of Nature flows in me
Running
through my veins
And
into my bloodstream
Pumping
emotions all over me!
Why,
I am none other than a child
A
child, yes, a child of nature
Seeking
solely to follow my path
And
to go there where the spirit of Nature,
My
mentor
Wishes
me to go
Even
if
I
don’t understand much about it!
The
spirit of Nature is powerful,
Ancient
and mysterious
Of
our meaning and of our existence
It
holds secrets,
Secrets
which it shall reveal
Only
when ready our souls are
To
transcend up to its next level!
The
Power of Earth
Earth
can hold it no more
Her
mouth blurts out her pain
Her
tears stream down her face
She
unclenches her fists
And
shakes volcanoes
She
bites her lips till they bleed
And
moves the seas!
Why,
the soul of Earth is in agony
We,
her children, are becoming
That
which we were not supposed to be,
Beings
so greedy that ready we are
To
forsake our soulful bond with her!
Instead,
we should have made of her
A
mundane paradise,
A
plane where beings come to enjoy
Knowing
that while they live
Nothing
belongs to them!
Earth
sobs out loud
And
her soils crack open
Hurtling
her children inside of her
And
swallowing them in her stomach!
Yet,
she cares not
And
she shall care no more
Things
are getting out of her control
If
some higher power has already deemed
That
doom and despair should befall her
Who
is she to fight it?
Once
her moods settle back to quietude,
She
closes her eyes
And
doses off again
While
her children try to live again
With
the damages inflicted upon them
Even
if they can feel not that these were
Given
to them, by Mother Earth!
Anoucheka
Gangabissoon
Anoucheka Gangabissoon is a Primary School
Educator in Mauritius. She writes poetry
and short stories as hobby. She
considers writing to be the meaning of her life as she has always been
influenced by all the great writers and wishes to be, like them, immortalized
in her words. Her works can be read on
poetrysoup.com and she had also appeared in various literary magazines like
SETU, Different Truths, Dissident Voice, In Between Hangovers Press, WISH
Press, Tuck’s Magazine, Blue Mountain Review, among others. She has also been published in Duane’s
Poetree and also in two anthologies for the Immagine and Poesia group. Her poems are often placed in free online
contests. She has been selected to be
among the Most Influential Women in Mauritius for the 2017 category Arts and
Culture and she has also been awarded as a Promising Indian for the year 2017
for the same category. In 2018, she was
again selected to be among the Most Influential Women of Mauritius for the category
of Arts and Culture.
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