Anoucheka Gangabissoon (Mauritius)

Anoucheka Gangabissoon (Mauritius)
Anoucheka Gangabissoon is a Primary School Educator in Mauritius. She writes poetry and short stories as hobby. She considers writing to be the meaning of her life as she has always been influenced by all the great writers and wishes to be, like them, immortalized in her words. Her works can be read on and she had also appeared in various literary magazines like SETU, Different Truths, Dissident Voice, In Between Hangovers Press, WISH Press, Tuck’s Magazine, Blue Mountain Review, among others. She has also been published in Duane’s Poetree and also in two anthologies for the Immagine and Poesia group. Her poems are often placed in free online contests. She has been selected to be among the Most Influential Women in Mauritius for the 2017 category Arts and Culture and she has also been awarded as a Promising Indian for the year 2017 for the same category. In 2018 and 2019, she was again chosen to be among the Most Influential Women of the island for the category Arts and Culture and in 2019 she was chosen among the three nominees for the National Awards organised by the Ministry of Arts and Culture of Mauritius.
You are prayer
You are prayer,
Heard by the skies
And answered at the right time
To save me
From the tight grip
Of those demons
Trying to pull me further
And further into the hidden muck
Of this fallen world!
You are a prayer
Bestowed upon me
As a grace from the Gods
Meant to push me to understand
That goodness inhabits this world
Even if evil haughtily imposes itself!
You paint my heart with butterflies
And you give my soul joyful jolts
While filling my aura with colours
Never seen before on Earth!
You sketch mystical creatures in my pond
And ring my world with mystical songs
Sung by the children of the skies
All which are like birds
Grabbing my hair with their little claws
And lifting me up to fly me
To there where your freedom abounds!
You are a prayer
Which I shall make into mine own
And which I shall mutter each morning
To implore the Gods
To bestow upon me a second time
As the first time
Was more than a boon gifted to me!
If I could
And if I could choose,
I would have
Forsaken this life here
In this marshy swamp
Merely to be able to enjoy
Soothe and comfort
At the feet of the Gods!
Bearing the body of a sinner
I can only
And hope for the best!
The intuition pulsating loudly in me
Wills me to have faith
In that subtle power
That rules over us all
Without it,
Life would not be given any meaning!
I shall have to shed off
My mortal body
I only hope
The skies would say that I abided
I fear deeply
The divine punishment!
Letter From Earth to us, Humans
Humans, you are one of the most awesome creations of the higher powers
Yes, you are made of both instinct and intelligence
You can store up memory like computers
You can plan for further events
You can think critically
You can create
You can anticipate
You can build up from scratch
You are multi-skilled
You are made of reasoning powers
You are, in the very end,
The Gods of Earth,
My Gods, meant to allow me to thrive and bloom
Into a garden even more wondrous than Heaven
With flowers swaying gently to the songs of the winds
And butterflies dancing ecstatically to the beats of their own existence
So much that from up there, above the clouds
The Gods themselves would turn green, at just one glance
At what you have made of me!
Yet, humans, you have turned out to be that which I never thought you would
You do try your best to protect me, I would not deny,
You do provide laws, legislations, policies, rules and regulations
For the safeguarding of my essence
But you are the only ones to destroy me
You mercilessly kill my century old trees,
You are ones to fill my rivers with chemical filth
You are ones to suffocate my seas with rubbish
You are the ones to fill my soils with concrete
You are the ones to erect buildings there where shrubs are
You, yes you are the ones who are slowly and steadily killing me!
Humans, I am afraid I do not have much strength left
I do try to keep my calm as much as I can
But do not be surprised if I explode
And wash you off my scenery as
Mud is washed off your bodies during your daily baths
Do not be surprised if my fairies and forest nymphs
Bring up those flames which flow in my womb
Out of anger and resentment at your misuse of your status on me!
Humans, I do wonder if I shall be able to carry your children
Or if, instead, I shall be hell for them!
It is never too late to go back upon your steps,
To sit and think about your purpose here in my realm,
Why humans, when Fate rules you,
When you shall never be able to direct your own life,
When your status as Earth’s God is merely temporary,
Pray, be not made of folly,
Live, yes, live, but live in such a way as to allow sustainability!

One thought on “Anoucheka Gangabissoon (Mauritius)

  1. Hi, Anoucheka. Beautiful works and masterly penned. Each of these poems would have made a wonderful post in their own right; rather than competing with each other on the single page. Have a wonderful day. Happy Writing.

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