Blessed by the Hallowed Zephyr

The hallowed zephyr has blessed me with much fragrance,

Lingering, pervading, ruling my existence,

Much of the sweetness has touched my soul,

Many of those crossing my path, have made me whole,

But when treachery bit me atrociously,

Its burning, smouldering coal, singed me dreadfully.

I did try, by might and main to pardon,

But the treachery hissed worse than Medusa, the gorgon.

Leaving me devastated,

Utterly confused, desolate and wounded.

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But then, the fragrance of prayer,

The everlasting love of my dear mother,

Kept me going stoically,

Books became my refuge opportunely,

And knowledge created miracles marvellously.

Diving deep in the inner resources of my being,

And flying on the wings of poesy,

Like a phoenix I rose, to feel the sweet fragrance

Of wellbeing, of upliftment by the mercy of providence,

The aroma of my own effort, blending its essence.

And now the realisation of love’s transience,

And zero expectation, emit powerfully their fragrance.

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©Pushmaotee Subrun

Mauritius

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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.

6 thoughts on “Blessed by the Hallowed Zephyr

  1. Amita Paul

    A poem of resilience , with the undulating form of the lines echoing the rise , fall, and pushback of the spirit .
    “ Diving deep in the inner resources of my being,

    And flying on the wings of poesy,

    Like a phoenix I rose, to feel the sweet fragrance

    Of wellbeing, of upliftment by the mercy of providence,

    The aroma of my own effort, blending its essence”

    These lines form the core of the poem in my opinion .

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  2. Pushmaotee Subrun Post author

    Vey interesting to go through your motivating comments dear poet Vijay… thanks a lot!

    Reply

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