Self-pity had me self-pitying,

From head to toe enveloping.

I directed my steps so heavy, by Jove,

Towards the verdant grove,

In a bid to become light spirited,

To cast away this morbidity so sordid,


 Like a worm a fruit invading.


And lo! I beheld the luxuriant grove so entrancing,

So enthralling,

So transporting,

So elevating ,

 So welcoming

So vivifying,

I got into sort of a trance,

Surrounded by such a peaceful fragrance.


The branches to the light breeze were dancing,

The butterflies were light heartedly flying,

Their multicolours as if displaying.

The birds were twittering,

High up the paille en queues were soaring,

The kestrels were jubilating,

The rivulet with fish teeming,

The very pebbles priceless looking.


The happy plants were really mind blowing,

In rhythm with the breeze moving,

This way and that way,

With grieving forethoughts, a thing far away,

Lovingly swaying.

Soon my self-pity started melting,

The abounding scenic beauty as a salve acting,

To my mind previously with ugly thoughts brooding.


Springing to thoughts light,

Self-pity taking a rapid flight,

My previous heavy steps taking wings

Certainly, by a heavenly swing,

My self-pity shattering,

To the realm of peace transferring,

Warmly invited me to the grace of Mother Nature,

Imbibing in me elevating thoughts for sure.


©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.

5 thoughts on “Self-pity

  1. Amita Paul

    A pretty
    Little ditty
    Reminds me of Wordsworth
    The hare
    Runs races in its mirth

    Very reminiscent of the beginning of ‘ Resolution and Independence, or The Leech Gatherer ‘

  2. Amita Paul

    Resolution and Independence
    There was a roaring in the wind all night;
    The rain came heavily and fell in floods;
    But now the sun is rising calm and bright;
    The birds are singing in the distant woods;
    Over his own sweet voice the Stock-dove broods;
    The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters;
    And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters.

    All things that love the sun are out of doors;
    The sky rejoices in the morning’s birth;
    The grass is bright with rain-drops;—on the moors
    The hare is running races in her mirth;
    And with her feet she from the plashy earth
    Raises a mist, that, glittering in the sun,
    Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.

    I was a Traveller then upon the moor;
    I saw the hare that raced about with joy;
    I heard the woods and distant waters roar;
    Or heard them not, as happy as a boy:
    The pleasant season did my heart employ:
    My old remembrances went from me wholly;
    And all the ways of men, so vain and melancholy.

  3. Pushmaotee Subrun

    Yes dear poet Amita.. all the influences of the great poets will be there in our mental natural ‘computer’ recorded permanently…I really loved ‘Resolution and Independence’ …my next poet will be one linked to this theme..thanks a lot!


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