Sorrow’s mysteries appear suddenly,

With haunting melancholy,

To drown the soul with deep anguish,

Which is the last thing we ever wish!


Oh me! Melancholy took her sovereign shrine,

Destroyed was peace mine,

With grief when I lost my dear friend,

Grief taking an upper hand.


Shattering me heart and soul,  

Brewing deeply into my soul,

Like the dreary grey in the night

Melancholy seemed to gloat at my plight.

The awful sadness,

Came upon me like restless silence,

With no antidote to rescue me,

Rendering me miserable utterly.


Such a great loss,

Indeed, left me tempest tossed.

Plucking courage, I went to the funeral ceremony,

And mournfully though, managed to pray fervently.


©Pushmaotee Subrun

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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.

8 thoughts on “Melancholy

  1. Amita Paul

    She dwells with Beauty—Beauty that must die;
    And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
    Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
    Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:
    Ay, in the very temple of Delight
    Veil’d Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
    Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
    Can burst Joy’s grape against his palate fine;
    His soul shalt taste the sadness of her might,
    And be among her cloudy trophies hung.

    This poem is reminiscent of Keats’ Ode on Melancholy, especially with reference to “ sovereign shrine “ and “ sorrow’s mysteries “

    The tragic loss of a friend invokes all our sympathies.

    1. Pushmaotee Subrun Post author

      Yes it does remind me of Keats… “ sovereign shrine “ and “ sorrow’s mysteries “…thanks for this very kind comment dear poet.

  2. K s subramanian.

    “Melancholy seemed to gloat at my plight” – quite a satirical and bitter expression.


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