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14 Dec

ELEGY (For Dr Hon J.B.David, Minister of Regional Affairs, Rodrigues and Outer Islands)

ELEGY
(For Dr Hon J.B.David, Minister of Regional Affairs, Rodrigues and Outer Islands)

Oh ye sun! Oh ye moon! Oh ye stars bear witness to the elegy of Maurtius Young Labour league!

Oh my beloved country! Oh my beloved country! Oh my beloved country!
Weep at the untimely demise of an intellectual stalwart!
Oh weep! Weep! Weep!

Oh ye men and women young or old of the Tiger of the Indian Ocean are not thy wounded heart trickling tears of blood through thy eye at the unexpected passing away of a grumbling lion in our August National Assembly – an Orator unpaired in depth and conviction OF THE IDEAL OF THE LABOUR PARTY?

Oh ye members of the Labour Party must ye not be aggrieved at tintinnabulation of doom of an indefatigable mouthpiece of a true Labourite?

Oh ye wind! Oh ye rain! Oh ye rainbow – nay oh ye Universe when comes such another!

Bawansing Sunkur
Founder Mauritius Young Labour League

30 Aug

To Politician

To Politician*

Hail! Hail! Hail!

Hail the politician

whose sole business

Is

To fill

The pocket of the poor and downtrodden!

Hail! Hail! Hail!

Hail the politician

whose sole business

Is

The economic growth

And

Development of the country!

Hail! Hail! Hail!

Hail the politician

whose sole business

Is

Aversion against laziness

Through dedication of office!

Hail! Hail! Hail!

Hail the politician

whose sole business

Is

To sleep and dream

Of

Projects beneficial

To the country!

Hail! Hail! Hail!

Hail the politician

whose sole business

Is

To swear

By Humanism

To work

By Love

To live

For the sake of Humanity!

Hail! Hail! Hail!

Hail the politician

whose sole business

Is

Not double-tongue-ism and hypocrisy!

Hail! Hail! Hail!

Hail the politician

whose sole business

Is

To avoid selling his country

For a steak

In foreign land!

Hail! Hail! Hail!

Hail the politician

whose sole business

Is

To avert arrogance

When at helm of power!

Hail! Hail! Hail!

Hail the politician

whose sole business

Is

Humility incarnate!

Hail! Hail! Hail!

Hail the politician

whose sole business

Is

To be an Icon for his countrymen

Why no

an Icon

for the whole World

As well!

Hail! Hail! Hail!…

From PETALS OF TROCHTIA

16 Aug

Big Mystery

Big Mystery*

Ever since creation or big bang

the world is growing in stature

and is moving along with galaxies and planets towards the border of the Universe.

Is not it a big mystery?

Ever since creation or big bang

The sun is hanging in emptiness!

The moon is hanging in emptiness!

The stars are hanging in emptiness!

The planets are hanging in emptiness!

Is not it a big mystery?

Ever since creation or big bang

The blue globe is turning round and round on its axis!

The blue globe is simmering like burning cauldron spitting fire every now and then!

The blue globe is shouldering ocean – seventy-five percent of water – and earth – twenty-five percent – on its surface!

The blue globe is holding the five mobile continental tectonic shelves in the vast sea sometimes striking against each other harmfully!

Is not it a big mystery?

Ever since creation or big bang

Man has harnessed his

Intellectual powers through (nature and science)

his understanding potentialities!

Man has harnessed his

Spiritual powers (soul and God) through meditation!

Man has harnessed

His reasoning powers (syllogism) through logic

To

Fathom the in-depth working of Nature!

Is not …….?

Is not …….?

Is not it a big mystery?

Ever since creation or big bang

The search for the soul

and Super-Soul

Relationship with his eternal affinity with man has raised debates passionate

More than oft

Has provoked butchery and bloodshed

Through dogged and malignant conviction!

Is it not a big mystery?

Ever since creation or big bang

Man is an adventurous animal!

Man has adventured to the moon!

Man is adventuring to planet Mars!

Has man adventured to the bottom of the ocean yet?

Is not it a big mystery?

Ever since creation or big bang

Petrol is under the sea!

Water (fresh) is under the sea!

Polly metallic nodules are under the sea!

Ever new shapes are under the sea!

Is not it….?

Is not it….?

Is not it a big mystery?

From PTALS OF TROCHETIA

16 Aug

Emaciated child-beggar in rags

Emaciated child-beggar in rags*

Ah! Ah! Ah!

The emaciated child-beggar

in rags almost nude

extends a famished wrinkled hand

to any passers-by

with a creaking painful

inaudible faint voice:

No father

No food

Give me a penny

Sir\Madam

Is it due

to Godless religion?

Or

Is it due

to Godless socialism?

Or

Is it due

to Godless humanity?

Ah! Ah! Ah!

The emaciated child-beggar

in rags almost nude

extends a famished wrinkled hand

to any passers-by

with a creaking painful

inaudible faint voice:

No shelter

No clothes

No drink

Give me a penny

Sir\Madam

Is it due

to Godless religion?

Or

Is it due

to Godless socialism?

Or

Is it due

to Godless humanity?

Ah! Ah! Ah!

The emaciated child-beggar

in rags almost nude

extends a famished wrinkled hand

to any passers-by

with a creaking painful

inaudible faint voice:

Per humanity

Per the prophets

Per God

Give me a penny

Sir\Madam

Is it due

to Godless religion?

Or

Is it due

to Godless socialism?

Or

Is it due

to Godless humanity?

Ah! Ah! Ah!

The emaciated child-beggar

in rags almost nude

extends a famished wrinkled hand

to any passers-by

with a creaking painful

inaudible faint voice:

I am shrouded in cold

My feet cannot bear me

Pain is dwelling in my limbs

Give me a penny

Sir\Madam

Is it due

to Godless religion?

Or

Is it due

to Godless socialism?

Or

Is it due

to Godless humanity?

Ah! Ah! Ah!

The emaciated child-beggar

in rags almost nude

extends a famished wrinkled hand

to any passers-by

with a creaking painful

inaudible faint voice:

Grand speech I cannot

To persuade I cannot

To appeal I cannot

Give me a penny

Sir\Madam

Is it due

to Godless religion?

Or

Is it due

to Godless socialism?

Or

Is it due

to Godless humanity?

Ah! Ah! Ah!

The emaciated child-beggar

in rags almost nude

extends a famished wrinkled hand

to any passers-by

with a creaking painful

inaudible faint voice:

Treat me as would your own heart

Treat me as you would your own blood

Treat me as you would your own soul

Give me a penny

Sir\Madam

Is it due

to Godless religion?

Or

Is it due

to Godless socialism?

Or

Is it due

to Godless humanity?

Ah! Ah! Ah!

The emaciated child-beggar

in rags almost nude

extends a famished wrinkled hand

to any passers-by

with a creaking painful

inaudible faint voice:

Ponder tomorrow

Ill fate may befall anyone

Even your very self

Even your next of kin

Ponder tomorrow

Ill fate may befall

your very son

Ponder tomorrow

Ill fate may befall

your very daughter

Give me a penny

Sir\Madam

Is it due

to Godless religion?

Or

Is it due

to Godless socialism?

Or

Is it due

to Godless humanity?

Ah! Ah! Ah!

The emaciated child-beggar

in rags almost nude

extends a famished wrinkled hand

to any passers-by

with a creaking painful

inaudible faint voice:

Why

out of my father’s loins

did I ever come

to take such a toll upon me!

Why

out of my mother’s womb

did I ever come

To take such a toll upon me!

Why

upon God’s will

did I ever come

to take such toll upon me!

Is it due

to Godless religion?

Or

Is it due

to Godless socialism?

Or

Is it due

to Godless humanity?

From PTALS OF TROCHETIA

09 Aug

Ode to woman

Ode to woman*

Oh dear! Dear! Dear woman!

Who says you are weak?

Don’t you know

“No woman, no human society in this world”?

Oh dear! Dear! Dear woman!

Who says you are weak?

Don’t you know

“Without your mesmerizing smile

Without your angelic eyes

Without your heavenly touch

Without your sweet voice

The earth is a plain pit of sizzling embers

And

Thorny labyrinth of Hell”?

Oh dear! Dear! Dear woman!

Who says you are weak?

Don’t you know

“A husband is incomplete without a wife”?

Oh dear! Dear! Dear woman!

Who says you are weak?

Don’t you know

“A brother is an orphan

if there’s no palpating of a sister’s feet

on the floor and the chit-chatting of her mellifluous voice”?

Oh dear! Dear! Dear woman!

Who says you are weak?

Don’t you know

“A father and a mother’s joy

increases a thousandth fold

at the presence of a daughter

however poor they may be”?

Oh dear! Dear! Dear woman!

Who says you are weak?

Don’t you know

“Why a Home is Called a Sweet Home”?

Oh dear! Dear! Dear woman!

Who says you are weak?

Don’t you know

“You are the Maker of Man”?

Oh dear! Dear! Dear woman!

Who says you are weak?

Don’t you know

“The world is indebted to you forever”?

Oh dear! Dear! Dear woman!

Who says you are weak?

Don’t you know

“You are the first educator of a child

who is the future of the country”?

Oh dear! Dear! Dear woman!

Who says you are weak?

Don’t you know

“You can make and unmake destiny – prosperity – of the land in which you are born”?

Oh dear! Dear! Dear woman!

Who says you are weak?

Don’t you know

“Your responsibility and duty

are immense in awakening the young

and kindling into their heart

the fire of patriotism”?

Oh dear! Dear! Dear woman!

Who says you are weak?

Don’t you know

or

have you forgotten

“‘Nescire et Malus et Turpe Ducimus’ -

Ignorance is poor counsel and leads us to doom -Better arm your offspring”?

Oh dear! Dear! Dear woman!

Who says you are weak?

Don’t you know

“You detain the mantra of world peace”?

Oh dear! Dear! Dear woman!

Who says you are weak?

Don’t you know

“The world is awaiting your trumpet sound

to stop evil idealistic warfare

and violence of all hues

in either Northern, Southern, Eastern

and Western Hemispheres”?

Oh dear! Dear! Dear woman!

Who says you are weak?

Don’t you know

“Mother Nature adores you in spite of all blabbering malignant tongues against you”?

Oh dear! Dear! Dear woman!

Who says you are weak?

Don’t you know

“no gift is big enough

to reward your benevolence to mankind”?

Oh dear! Dear! Dear woman!

Who says you are weak?

Don’t you know

you are “The Lyrical Muse of Poetry”

and “The Supreme Goddess of poetry

of all denominations’’?

Oh dear! Dear! Dear woman!

Who says you are weak?

Don’t you know

“Your milk is God’s nectar to the child”?

Oh dear! Dear! Dear woman!

Who says you are weak?

Don’t you know

“You can inspire “combativity”

which is the law of the Universe

into the little bud you give birth to

to continue the combat of life

in lieu of laziness”?

Oh dear! Dear! Dear woman!

Who says you are weak?

Don’t you know

“you herald procreation

in the name of the Universal Spirit”?

Oh dear! Dear! Dear woman!

Who says you are weak?

Don’t you know

“You are afraid of being afraid”?

Oh dear! Dear! Dear woman!

Who says you are weak?

Don’t you know

“You can implant the semen of adventure

into the weak in domain undreamt of so far”?

Oh dear! Dear! Dear woman!

Who says you are weak?

Don’t you know

“You should not live under the delusion

that you are not the “Mascot”

of embittered prophets

or

“Mascot” of prophets

in the kaleidoscopic rainbow

upon the blue canvas of the welkin

since the inception of time and space”?

Oh dear! Dear! Dear woman!

Who says you are weak?

Don’t you know

“You should be

‘YOU’

and

you should play

‘YOU’

upon the stage of life”?

From Petals of Trochetia – a book of poems – by Bawansing Sunkur (Author of The Spices of Life, L’île Maurice Pays de Loups-Garous and Urvashi in Hindi)

AUTHOR:

* Elected Councillor, Ward 3, City of Port-Louis, Mauritius, in 1977

* Chairman (pi) finance Commission, City of Port-Louis, in the 1990s

* Founder of Mauritius Young Labour League in the 1990s

* Adviser of the Congress for Writers and Composers – Creative Arts – held at Teacher Training College and M.G.I in the 1990s

* Honorary Chairman of l`Association Force de la Victoire in the 2000s

* Union Freedom Association award of Merit 17 February 2009:

Shri Sunkur Bawansing, Author, Founder Youth Wing, Labour Party

Merit: Selfless Dedication to National Interests

20 Aug

Uncommon writer

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