The Verdant, Enchanting Hills

Inspired by William Wordsworth- The Daffodils

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‘I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills’,

And lo! My heart leapt up, a song came out loud,

While going up the verdant, enchanting hills,

The birds kept on twittering so melodiously,

Like sweetest music to me, really, so tunefully!

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So serene the expanse of the sheer lush vegetation,

Transporting me to its realms as in a hallucination!

And the gentle air caressed my body,

Reaching my soul deeply.

Automatically,

I found myself mingling, 

With the freshness, mind blowing.

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Down below was a lake, beneath the majestic trees,

So cool, so tranquil, enjoying the breeze.

It seemed to beckon me lovingly,

To approach, which I did promptly,

Dipped my feet ecstatically,

Thanking for this freshening moment heavenly.  

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Blessed I was in such a blitheful company,

I fed myself to my heart’s relish, mirthfully,

And ever after, my heart with pleasure fills,

With that moment exhilarating in the hills,

Indeed, they come to my mind’s eye,

Lifting my spirit heaven high!

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©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.

4 thoughts on “The Verdant, Enchanting Hills

  1. amitapaul

    “ My heart leaps up when I behold
    A rainbow in the sky “
    “ The music in my heart I bore
    Long after it was heard no more “
    “ A poet could not be but gay
    In such a jocund company “
    I hear so many Wordsworthian echoes in this lyric of the poet’s imagination.

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