Keepeth Going by Mehak Burza
At which hour the harsh winds blow and churn out the desire
At which hour the dews of prospect seemeth melting hence
At which hour thither doesn’t seemeth to beest any doggedness
Broken past, bemused present and a blurry future,
Shaketh the God’s most wondrous creation
Placeth doubts in the hearts of the flocks
At which hour the finances appeareth base and the sources freeze
At which hour the buoyant castles art down in embers
At which hour the loneliness pangs the amygdala
Whe’r thee walketh on roses or on thorns
Whe’r thee gust lemon or sugar
Whe’r thee hath’t a sharp intellect or a wounded psyche
Whe’r thee follow the norm or chooseth to beest different
Beest content with what ye art doing
Rejoice, beest joyous and just keepeth going
For happiness is an individual choice
Neither a norm, neither a response nor a wage-did doth buyeth potion
Adding valorous memories and pleasant thoughts
Avoiding the ego and eschewing the greed
The recipe is simple, the ingredients handy
Trace thy priorities and standeth by thy decisions
For life proceeds in a mixeth of binaries
Bounce backeth and riseth from the ashes
Findeth 'mongst a million things, that one reason to keepeth going
Findeth 'mongst a million things, that one reason to keepeth going
The author is a Holocaust research scholar as well as an Assistant Professor of English in New Delhi, India. Her primary interests include Holocaust/Genocide Studies, Holocaust Trauma and PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). She has presented papers in international conferences in Gettysburg and Texas. On the creative front, her short story and several poems and translations have been published. Apart from academics she is trained classical dancer, with Kathak being her forte.