A break is a moment so much needed,

A break from mundane life, a tonic so much needed,

Seeing something different,

When satiated with everyday commitment,

Feeling something divergent,

Instead of usual strife, sucking life energy

Bringing blues and even monotony.


Indeed, we need money for survival,

I need it too for survival,

But saving my sinking soul withal,

With some rest and renewal,

Will miraculously help me to replenish wonderfully,

To carry on superbly,

With more vigour and better performance at work,

And with more patience with… haha… any jerk.


Yes, a vacation is a therapy

A much crucial therapy

For life to bloom in beauty,

To realise the immensity of the magnificent universe,

And me as a speck in it with insignificance …

Why not collect beautiful moments of significance,

Instead of collecting things only of unimportance?


What a dream it is to lie on the shimmering sand,

Or to swim in the blue lagoon of an island,

Or simply to sit on the shore

And admire the rippling waves of the sea, more and more,

Merge in it evermore,

Feel soothed in spirit, so relaxing and fresh,

More so, sipping coconut water, cool and fresh,

And getting a break from life’s entangling mesh.


@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 “Vacation

  1. Amita Paul

    Reminiscent of WH Davies’ poem, ‘ Leisure’ which begins ::
    “ What is this life if full of care ?
    We have no time to stand and stare “
    A change is as good as rest, they say. So three cheers for vacations !

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