18/4/20
THE RENUNCIATE WRITES
When I decided to die
( to the world , you understand )
I first gave up simple pleasures
( not as penance , you understand ,
just as practice )
If that sounds fairly high
( faluting lofty grand )
I will name the treasures
( to be taken slowly
with a glass of pastis )
I gave up
Work – yes , Work
To do or to shirk
Deliciously
It’s one of life’s greatest pleasures
If one correctly measures
And judiciously
I gave up
Relationships – yes , they hurt
But when to give what to skirt
Engages you
They give warmth colour love
Which is both vulture and dove
Life gauges you
I gave up
Friendship – and all its ease
Doing just as you please
Together
Helping one another bear
With strength rough and fair
Weather
I gave up
Gardening – Oh that was hard
I love flowers and green sward
Lifts me up
It is not just can and hose
And it is not only the Rose
But Buttercup
But
And it’s a big But
But I cheated as you’ll see
For I kept back my Tea
Which makes me sing
And I kept back Poetry
Which in effect means to me
Everything
( So I’m dead to the world
With my books I lie curled
Simple pleasures gradually
I learn also to set free
I must might even give up Tea
But please God , not Poetry
Amen )
( Amita Sarjit Ahluwalia )
An outstanding,confessional ,engaging narrative with an interesting catalogue to peruse!
Thank you Prof Vijay Nair
It is always encouraging to hear from you
A poetic tour-de-force rendered with commendable verve and alacrity.
Thank you for your attention to my effort and your perceptive remark