Author Archives: Pushmaotee Subrun

About Pushmaotee Subrun

Pushmaotee Fowdur Subrun was born in 1949 in Mauritius. She pursued higher studies in Delhi University where she graduated in English. For the past forty-four 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 in 1993. 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 has written one novel, one play and Short Stories and Fables. Her poems have featured in Setu Magazine, ‘Poetry and Creativity’ and in Atunis Poetry.

Love the Greatest Boon From Above

Love is like a circle with no beginning and no end, magically,

It is a motivational force, flooding hearts warmly.

Being as good as worship this great boon from above, 

The more we give, the more we gain by giving boundless love. 

Nay, love heals, like a balm, acts as an antidote, so very efficacious,

Bringing much serenity, being so potent and such a powerhouse.


©Pushmaotee Subrun

Wearing the Crown of Motherhood

The first sparks of life from a tiny bundle of cells,

Product of blissful love, hope and chiming bells,

I know when the nausea and giddiness will go soon,

I shall wear the crown of motherhood and be on the moon,

With the strength of motherhood, already protecting you from the world’s threat,

With the purest love, my darling, you will always hold my heart!


©Pushmaotee Subrun

The Nightmarish Days

I remember the nightmarish days,

When I hallucinated being lost in the dense maze,

Goblins and witches haunted me,

And harassed me endlessly.


Demonika, my girlfriend had jilted me,

And straightaway was having an affair with Jimmy,

Without the least remorse for me.

Oh, this vampish woman I loved so crazily!


My whole body ached with atrocious agony,

With me, also suffered my dear family,

The more so when I ignored them,

And continuously caused mayhem.


I felt my head shattering,

Whenever I took those odious pills debilitating.

Oh me! I felt like being in an infernal tower incarcerated,

By tormenting, harrowing illusions, incinerated.


Ah! Those creepy giant insects all over my body,

Crawling up and down incessantly,

Sure, I was in hell being tortured,

Stung now, pricked here and there by those syringes.


You witch, Demonika, how come you have no clemency!

You are a real demoness, with no dram of mercy!

You, whom I adored, turned out to be my destroyer,

You havoc wrecker! 


I was thinking of building a joyful love empire,

But you turned into a vampire,

Sucked me dry of my peace so cruelly,

And you have been haunting me unremittingly.


Without my family, I would have been reduced to a nonentity.

Sure, there is retribution! Sooner or later, may it strike thee!


©Pushmaotee Subrun 

Make the Holy Bond of Marriage Prosper!

If you expect a happy marriage,

You have to contribute everyday, whatever your age,

You need to make it happen,

And keep on making it happen.


Refuse to give up on each other,

For just a trivial matter.

We all have weaknesses,

If you love, you have to make allowances.


Love is the secret magic,

Why do we need to panic?

If money or food is lacking,

Work, provide, without thinking of packing.


Nowhere, life would be better.

Rather than jumping from the frying pan into the fire,

Have patience and some tolerance,

To avoid being haunted later by loneliness.


Unless you meet a maniac,

A batterer, a Don Juan, or one who wants to hack

All peace from your life, have hope, hold on,

For life, to keep peacefully moving on.


And if you have a partner who is alcoholic,

Get him/her to a clinic

For detoxification,

To gain complete abstention.


And if the partner is hot tempered,

And setting the house on fire,

Wait for the molten lava to cool down,  

Taking precaution to avoid being burned down.


Do not hesitate to be the first to say sorry and be kind,

Peace, you will definitely find.


©Pushmaotee Subrun

From Sickening Earthly Cares Rise


What is ailing you dear? Your heart is broken? Poor darling!

Give me a hug! Listen! This broken heartedness, to the wind fling!

Now, now, nobody will do it for you my dear, but yourself.

So, revitalise your battery, replenish your inner self,

For all of us are subject to continuous challenges in life.

Cast away the chains of yester years.

Think of now with cheer. And stop shedding those tears!


When you think your days of existence are limited,

Why not opt each day to be light-hearted?

There is so much to be grateful for,

Show your appreciation and gratitude therefore,

Admire God’s universe, take time to appreciate,

Immerse in the radiant sunrise, the peaceful sunset,

Admire and rejoice at the divine beauty!

Think that your troubles are temporary, so kick back to reality.


There is nothing more inspiring than the doctrine

That man is the integral part of the universal spirit, so, trust Him

Trust your creator, implore the Lord Almighty,

Have the heart to open up and pray fervently.

Stop your tears, from sickening earthly cares, rise,

Yes, from debilitating earthly cares rise,

Peace will be thine, to heave a thousand euphoric sighs.


Indeed, transport yourself to higher realms.

Infusing your spirit, creating a heavenly ambiance,

To bounce back from what knocks you down terribly,

Getting up and going about, bravely,

And surprisingly, the Lord will bless you abundantly,

With a more reliable, loving partner, to embrace you warmly.


©Pushmaotee Subrun

Replenishing the self

If love is like a balm,

Which brings much calm,

Why not go deep in our hearts, our inward world,

And start nurturing that inner world,

Revitalising our batteries,

 Being subjected to continuous challenges.


Isn’t it high time to reconnect

With that precious aspect?

Of ourselves we haven’t thought lately.

Why not do something we enjoy, freshly?

Like in the air of nature breathing,

 And among the trees and fields walking?


Doing so is ideally healing,

Instead of in daily life engaging,

For pleasures can sometimes

Lead to negative consequences.

Hence, we need to free ourselves

From invisible traps, and bring freshness in ourselves.


Breathing new life in us,

Let us experience wellness,

Mentally, physically,



And spiritually. 


©Pushmaotee Subrun

Storm in a Tea Cup


Who would believe that Trumpeteer’s wife

Would continue living with her irascible husband,

Always forgiving his whiplash?  His mind seemed

To be a battlefield of which he was a prisoner.


The other day, Mr Trumpeteer invited a few guests

At his place and by misfortune, one of the guests

Remarked, “wow, this food is so palatable! Your beautiful wife

Is really endowed with such great culinary skills!”


And the husband who was always raising a great storm

In a teacup, fretted and fumed, dashed out fire and brimstone

From his eyes! Alas! All the gay moments of just hours before

Vanished into thin air!


Lightning flashed from his fiery eyes.

Jealousy enveloping him, the venom of fury overtook him.

He left his dinner plate,

 And started insulting the guest.


The storm gained speed, threatening all those present.

He started crashing the plates and throwing the hot bowls

Of food on his wife and the shocked guest

Who had dared to compliment the wife!


Alas! Most of the guests were stunned!

A few continued gormandising specially

The children, who enjoyed the scenario.

One teenager shouted gleefully, “A storm in a teacup, ha ha!”


And he instigated his friends to start throwing found  

On each other. The husband was shocked into silence,

Probably confused to see himself being imitated.  

With his head fixed on the ground, he left the room.


The spill over from within stopped soon. Seeing him, people would

Whisper, “There goes the man who can ‘brew’ a storm in a tea cup!”


©Pushmaotee Subrun

Time and Tide Wait for no Man!


Indeed, time and tide wait for no man.

It flies past us and we hardly realise our time is limited

On earth, we do not realise the essence of life,

Fighting, worrying, harassing, looting, and even killing,

As if our only duty is to do harm to human beings.

So many take it upon themselves to keep on

Acting as Hitlers in society!


 We puny creatures, let us know our real purpose

In the Lord’s creation. We have come here, each of us,

To love, to respect, to help ourselves and others,

 Not to be a cog in the wheel.

If we cannot do so, at least we can respect ourselves, 

The image of the Lord!


Time flies, we are dust and will return to dust.

It’s high time to think what good we have done on earth,

Apart from pleasing our tongues and getting all those

Material objects to satisfy our non-stop desires!

If we stop our greed, to gain by hook or by crook,

We shall suffer less.


Why not take time out for ourselves and think,

Or do yoga, to calm ourselves and connect

With our real higher self, the supreme Lord,

To gain an insight into the purpose of our lives,

The purpose to do good and be good, to encourage

Others to have plenty of hope and faith that things

 Will be better and never to stop trying hard,

Till we succeed!


©Pushmaotee Subrun

When Pigs Fly


George Orwell rightly exposed the gravity of becoming

A totalitarian in ‘Animal Farm’, where the ignorant pigs

Came up with 7 commandments, but gradually changed them

To suit their whims and fancies, at the expense of others.


Similarly, the dictators, think humans are ‘ARE EQUAL BUT SOME

ARE MORE EQUAL’. They wallow in their dirty mentality,

Become autocrats over the common people,

Thinking they are high and mighty and can soar dizzy heights.


Even when doom falls on them, alas, they still don’t realise

Their atrocities on innocent people.

So many criminals, rapists, and dangerous gangs

Get away from the law, for their dirty money speaks.


Beware! These satanic people have no fear of purgatory.

Their Machiavellian nature makes them roll in dirt.

Donned in coats and ties,

These crooks are ready to cut throats to achieve their ends.


Well, where will they escape to?

Their false pride, their ego, will certainly,

Sooner or later come crashing down,

And they will rot in prisons.


My dear brethren, let us fear retribution,

The omnipresent hands of the Almighty,

Let us not be too confident of our nefarious plans,

Success can be momentary, to be blown away like dry dust.


It’s now or never,

Know your real purpose on earth,

Stay grounded, be fair and just,

And you will be saved from much trouble!


©Pushmaotee Subrun