Vacant Kismet

My guardian angel hovered over me one night,
In a glowing halo,
Sparkling so bright
That I had to close to my eyes
To be able to discern what He wanted from me!

See you, said He, see you the reality of the world
See you the suffering, the anguish of unlucky souls
See you the chains which bind them to their actions
See you the impositions which have been forced down their throats?

Pray, you live only by swirling to the beats of my tunes
You live merely by seeing up to the tip of the nose
Though you are made of a kind nature
You remain a selfish one, like so many others, like you!
For, of what use is crying over the agonizing souls
If you attempt not in setting them free?

I was then thrust into a cyclic passageway
Which took me to the future
And what I saw scared me!

Salty water lashed out everywhere, as if it raged at being
People, or the few who managed to save themselves,
Sat in despair on a patch of dry land
While, seemingly waiting for the water to rise some more
And to engulf them in its abyss!
Their faces were worn and hunger could be seen in their irises
Diseases could be smelled all over their being,
Making the atmosphere a darkened one
Gloomier than the limits of Hell!

Why, it would seem that their souls were lashing out at them
Regretting having ever wanted to take birth in this weird world!

Pray, wondered I, as I sat up in my bed
What is this world,
Where is the sustainable future that everyone expects to see?

The world, said my guardian angel
Is naught but a huge mess revolving upon itself
The world is trapped in her own fate,
Consequently, she has no means to soothe herself
Other than trapping us along in our own fates
Fates which have been bestowed to us by herself!

My guardian angel hovered over me
In a glowing halo
Sparkling so bright
That I knew right away
That should I ambition to be liberated from my own bondage
I would need to put my hands into serving the world
By helping her take care of her anguishing children!

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 Read other articles by Anoucheka.