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Pallavi Deepchand: “ My identity” and other poems

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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