Poetryzine presents the selected poems by the Mauritian poet Pallavi Deepchand
My Identity
A question asked by many
One of identity and self assertion
It has crossed my mind more than once
Burning brighter than the light of a sconce
The health of my mind weights heavy nothing's wrong
Going through life we sing a sad, sad song
I don't think my pack listens with their hearts
To know me is to leave a mark
Demons trick me with anger and stupidity
But the facts of reality conflict with my futility
Looking at my own eyes, I see an incompetent creature
Whose insides have the ugliest features
I'm scared of others unlike no other
Scared more of myself than of my mother
My eyes are full of fear
On the surface, there's nothing but on the inside there are tears
But not to worry
I am fine because we all have a story
I'll find myself in this life
Maybe then I'll see the light
What is Family?
I have a question for the people of this court
What does family mean to all of you?
Does it really matter if it's rich or poor?
Or if it has many members or very few
Does it matter if they're blood or not?
It whether they're tall or short, fat or skinny
And does it say it had to be huge or small as a dot
Or does it matter if it's worth more or less than the average penny
I ramble on and on about this
But are you listening
Or are all of you just taking a swing and a miss
Your minds are all drifting
Drifting down the river, it seems
My family believe it or not loves me
We're big and strong like the tall oak
The strongest of all trees
We've made the largest boat
So that it floats downstream
I asked in the beginning what family means to all of you
And yet I've heard no answer
You haven't got a clue
I thank you all for your candor
Do as you wish with me
For I know my family would want me to flee
I love them you see
All alone
I am in my space,
My heart is clocked at a very unsafe place.
My arms are here and my head is also and my legs seem to be connected to my feet,
But my heart is not complete.
I know I am missing part of me,
My life without you in it is too hard to see.
I sit here day by day on the exit to I-44 waiting for you to say come on and open up your door,
Just like before.
But then I wake up looking for, you realize that it was all a dream,
And then all I want to do is just scream.
Because I know what's missing,
I'm missing you the other part of me...
Seed
Your initial conditions are the most proud memory in my life,
Every creature is born by your preparation in the soil.
People wish that their hopes can be realized,
Through their efforts and attempts.
Your inner beauty is the most attractive thing to be expected,
With many surprises and amazements.
Although you are small in the beginning,
You may still become a huge tree in the future.
Cherishing your charm and interest,
Blessed by the Almighty for a long time!
Elegy
I sing Nature's harmony,
At twilight and at dawn
I sing with the wild birds.
I vibrate to the beat of
Latin strings,
To the loud saxophone, the
Trumpet and the tympani,
To the footwork of the Couples on the dance floor
Who forget for a while
Their uncertain lives
Without hope.
I sway to the rhythm
Of the palms with the wind
That allegorically
Blows from the West.
I tremble in awe with
The hurricane
That carries waters, seeds,
Leaves, flowers and winds.
I climb to the top on
Mountains and walk on the
Bottom of precipices
And dry waterfalls.
I gaze at the stars
And sew with thread and
Needle a bouquet of them.
And I do all that because
I am a poet!
Vanilla
Your fragrance attracts a sea of people to be addictive,
Even the glorious monarchs kneel down in front you with respective.
Your color makes the young girl be prettier than before,
Even the beautiful queens cannot be compared with her anymore.
O' my beloved vanilla,
Please let the world become colorful with the villa.
Your fame will spread with people around the world,
Until the soil and the land become your dream world!
Being Human
Being human,
Brings about the sins of man
With it came out, our humanity.
Our obsession of it,
Made us lose our way.
The precedence we gave it,
Changed our perspectives of it,
Our perception truly lost.
Our thoughts of it,
Made us lose our sense of self
Because of it.
This sense is not
Thinking good thoughts
About ourselves,
It's not a sophisticated thought
But it's a thought born from the most
Human bond
At some deeper and more profound level.
Who is man without God?
And where is God when loses his way?
In an effort to find the truth of his purpose
Resonates within man.
Seeker of the unknown future
Are we just humble people?
When we have less?
Or having so much make us lose ourselves?
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