Indebted

Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Swivelling humans carrying on their shoulders
Debts
Owe money to banks,
To credit organisations,
To their relatives
Owing so much, yet, unable
To walk on, free and carefree
As this world is made so;
It is itself enslaved to a routine
That binds it to rotate upon itself
And hence, humans dance along
To its tunes,
Believing themselves to be happy
Whilst being chained!

Swivelling humans, drunk in their indebtedness
Feel not the growing weight of their spiritual due,
That which boldly reminds them
That life is transient and frivolous
And that the main aim of living on Earth
Is to shed off that due
And to grow in worth
So as to reach worlds in whose soils
The earthly debts would just seem
Like routines made of absurdity
When faced with the glory of existence!