Mamta Agarwal Poems

Fe, fi fo fum.
Beware, nani here I come

She jumped like a monkey
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Grey pigeon flutters on ledge of concrete.
Wonder, how it survives on urban streets.
Seen them flock in city squares as folks throw seeds.
Unlike hawks don’t swoop down and snatch with greed.
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Waiting at the harbour with a paging board in my hand,
With names of guests from Australia, about to land.
It was my first assignment as a tourist guide,
And my heart was beating fast, filled with pride.
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Blissfully, at sunrise, walking
On the white sandy river beach,
I folded my denim jeans,
And bent down to reach
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A truck loads garbage,
Driver hums along, and sticks
Red bouquet on seat.
Flowers not discriminate;
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A ten year old with chilled water bottles in hand
Runs as cars halt, and traffic signal turns red.
On a hot sultry day, says to the lady, it’s a good brand.
Wipes his nose with his torn shirt sleeve, as it bled.
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Am being sent to, sent to
A fine finishing school
For a refresher course
for a refresher course
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