PUSHMAOTEE FOWDUR SUBRUN
Dreams To Survive In Peace
Dreams, wishes, cogitations
Expectation, visions,
Of a simple world, peaceful,
Where everything is beautiful
Where there is peace, fraternity,
Love, humanity,
No harassment, no hatred, no squabble,
No violence to the vulnerable,
No rape, no brutal killings
But empathy, yes, understanding,
Humanity, consideration for the
downtrodden,
Respect for the browbeaten,
Who is the image of God, His creation?
No surrealistic world, no artificiality,
Just brotherhood, just simplicity,
Just casting away the prejudices,
Accepting differences,
To give peace,
To live and let live, to give justice.
Nothing will be lost,
Cast away ego, away pride cast.
While others are striving to survive,
Let nobility of mind in you revive.
Let mercy reign,
Much you will gain.
Rest assured it will not be in vain!
The Scourge Of Famine
I saw the deplorable picture of a human
being,
Yes, a famished human being,
Unimaginable!
Really unconceivable!
Shocking!
Heart rending!
There he was,
One of us he was,
And yet not a normal individual,
For he was in circumstances unusual.
Where has our humanity gone?
Like the wind gone?
Has it become immune to the suffering?
Of a human being?
What about the government’s duty?
What about the citizens’ duty?
Are we to stones turned?
Have we become too hard hearted?
Where are we heading?
What are we conquering?
Why don’t we reach our conscience?
Why don’t we remember life’s transience?
Much is said on equality, on fraternity,
Brotherhood, justice and peace.
In glib talk over a thousand and
conferences.
What we need is not only talking,
But the needy helping,
Human rights respecting,
Alleviating the suffering,
Of these destitute beings.
Striving For Survival
Many, including vulnerable children,
survive,
Engaging in gruelling physical work,
strive,
To keep hunger at bay, undernourished,
Stunted in growth and wasted.
With life threatening acute malnutrition
nemesis,
Calamities like drought leading to clean
water crisis,
Children become vulnerable to deadly
diseases
Like cholera, diarrhoea and measles.
It’s not possible to eliminate conflicts,
But saying nay to it, is worth it.
So, we should go deem it right
To turn sufferings to beacons of light.
Addiction, racism, secularisation,
Domestic violence, divorce, separation,
To climb the steps of betrayal is a must,
To rebuild love and trust.
Over this war of man against man
Over ‘unbridled human struggle’ span
Why not realise that time is a ‘brief candle’?
That UTOPIA is unattainable?
Why not focus on reducing,
Plagues and epidemical diseases
debilitating,
Famines and wars annihilating,
Infernos, inundations havoc creating?
And why not focus on protecting
Instead of massively destroying
Our flora and fauna perilously,
Poisoning our life-giving air hazardously?
PUSHMAOTEE FOWDUR SUBRUN
PUSHMAOTEE FOWDUR SUBRUN was
born in 1949 in Mauritius. She graduated in Delhi University in English. For
the past forty-five years she has worked in secondary schools, seven years of
which she spent in Masvingo, Zimbabwe, teaching English in an army school. She
completed her PGCE at the Mauritius Institute of Education. After her
retirement, she was a member of the Council of the University of Mauritius for
three years. She is currently a reader and editor in the Ministry of Arts and
Culture. She is the author of: ‘Ella’- a novel, ‘Who is Your Best Friend?’- a
play. ‘Short Stories and Fables’- a compilation of stories and fables. ‘A
Lyrical Bouquet of Soulful Poems’. ‘Dreams to Reality’ (submitted, to be
published by the Ministry of Arts and Culture). Her poems have featured in prestigious
online literary magazines such as ‘Setu e zine’, ‘Poetry and Creativity’, ‘Recco -World Union of Poets’, Khushi Verma’s
‘Anthology of Poems and Short Stories’, ‘Atunis Poetry’- Atunis Galaxy
Anthology, ‘Destiny Poets’, where she received the honour of poet and critic of
the year 2019, ‘OPA Anthology of Poetry’, ‘Awakening’, ‘Best Poetry’, ‘Literati
Council’ of Mathura, International Multilingual Poetry Anthology of Amaravati
Poetic Prism 2018 and 2019, and ‘World Healing, and World Peace International
Poetry Symposium’.
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