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Mamta Agarwal (March 27,1951 / India)
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! A ballerina wins my heart! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
A beautiful ballerina full of grace
Tip toed on stage, in white lace.
Hair pulled back, a small crown in hair,
Oh, she looked so winsome and fair.
Other day was kicking her tiny legs on bed,
Wearing a tiny bonnet and dress in red.
She crawled in my courtyard on her knees,
She loved all the attention I could see.
Now, here she stood, so poised on stage,
I watched with joy, disbelief and dazed.
Step by step with others she moved on her toes,
Amazing… how fast children learn and grow.
My heart beat fast seeing little Anika dance.
But back in the green room she joyfully pranced.
Kissed her and left to keep another engagement.
Next day, she chided why you missed the final act.
I was looking for you when I made the bow,
Before I could reply she was creating row.
How did she manage to stay quiet and act
All grown up…she will be six next month in fact.
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Nothing like a fiesty little femme fatale in diaphanous floaty tutu. You forget, they are irrestible and sting. Very cutely.
Very tender feelings............so well expressed. The way the narration went on.........seems almost impossible for me..................Great skill in writing such poems
Lovely Little Anika, the ballerina, wins my heart too.You look so happy Mamtaji.
Beautiful ballet of words. A lovely poem, Mamta.
Best Regards
Naseer
mamtaji,
you are a ballerina of words.....
One must expect a ballerina to be both beautiful
and tempermental. Captivating write.
Warm regards,
Sandra
Though I have yet to meet dear Anika, but through her gradmother's expressive poems I can visualise this ballerina growing up to win people's heart! 10!
-Raj Nandy
a very sweet motherlly kind of write...at both stages on stage the same..the growing up is fascinating...lovely
''My heart beat fast seeing little Anika dance.
But back in the green room she joyfully pranced.
Kissed her and left to keep another engagement.
Next day, she chided why you missed the final act.''
beautiful esthetics, wonderful feelings.......10++
Heart-warming stuff which I can empathize...
Cheers.
Subroto