ANOUCHEKA GANGABISSOON - POEMS
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. She has also been published in Duane’s Poetree and also in an anthology for the Immagine and Poesia group. Her poems are often placed in free online contests.
The blood drizzled down my lips
And caused me to have a sudden intake of breath
I even wiped my eyes with the back of my hand
My aching heart
To calm down
And surrender to the joys of lightness!
With a frown furrowed on my forehead
I began to wonder
At the essence of that which
I considered as being pain!
Pray, if I do have a sound health
If I do have functioning limbs
If I do have all the time I need
If I do have the means to live decently
Why should I even dare to consider myself
As being someone in pain?
The shadows that life bestow upon us
Are merely the reactions of our bad actions
We are meant to suffer the consequences of our fall
Like the rabbit we shall be feel preyed all the time
Like the lion we shall be hungry all the time
Like the horse we shall have to toil all the time
Pray, should we aspire higher positions
And a fair existence
We are to abide to everything
Yes, we are to accept pain
Merge with it
And make it a part of ourselves!
So, I chose to clean my face
And, wearing a smile
I bid Life
To show me how to be less selfish
And how to help her instead!
The knaves of Death
If I had to watch Death in the face
As It would snatch a loved one from me
I am sure
I would have felt helpless
Faced with Death
We become mere knaves
Knaves of life
Knaves of existence
Knaves, believing ourselves
So mighty and bold
Being, in the end
Chained to a miserable plane!
Why, life has been given to us
As said by some
As a gift
Why do we be if only we are
Meant to face Death?
Pray, of my aim have I made
To conquer Death
Be it through my poetry
Or be it through spirituality
I shall conquer it
I shall have the whole of humanity
Safe, in a haven
Which shall be kept protected
Weakened, maybe Death itself
Would want to form part of my community
As a neutral member of course!
In my Imagination
There is, in my imagination
A scenery filled with mystery
Relying on my sacred faith
I let it fill my every breath
Being a mere mortal soul
With no more than a cruel call
I rest on patience
While enjoying a lonely dance
And though my faith spells my fortune
I live my present in scary moody mixture
Somewhere in this world
Is hidden the essence of the Great Lord
And I did make of my aim
The quest of searching for His name
Though he is very much in fame
To wars and selfishness his followers came
And what if I let go of my scenery
Would that not lead me to my death
Would that not make of my stand
One worthy as that of a blinded hand!
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