Mamta Agarwal

Rookie - 0 Points (March 27,1951 / India)

! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! A Squirrel Squeals...! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! - Poem by Mamta Agarwal

On a hot noon
In mid June,
A squirrel
Races down a black
Iron pipe
Wagging her tail,

Full of energy
Squeaks
In delight,
Her ears alert
Nodding her
Head from side to side.

I watch
From my window
Lying on a soft bed,
In an air conditioned room
Feeling frail,
Just as power fluctuates...

Has God equipped
These creatures to adapt,
Or we have over taxed
Our thermostat…
and our adaptability
lies dormant...


Comments about ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! A Squirrel Squeals...! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! by Mamta Agarwal

  • Rookie - 0 Points Bob Blackwell (7/16/2009 3:44:00 AM)

    Mamta, I've noticed squirrels too, how they seem immune to heat of 40+degs. One could say that life's not fair, but then we noticed squirrels hurry is because she is so scared, she's also shy. Bob (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Raj Nandy (7/10/2009 12:27:00 PM)

    I am in agreement Mamtaji, this modern life requires our physical, mental and spiritual ' thermostat' - to be re-adjusted for us to live happy and free! ! 10!
    -Raj Nandy (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,201 Points Saadat Tahir (7/3/2009 6:11:00 AM)

    hi mamataji
    quaint musings from a lounging sofa....to the accompaniment of bansurea!

    yet so pertinent and contemporary...a thougt that should reside in a billion minds to make any difference...or where the billions and trillions of dollars lie

    great poem
    cheers (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Nikunj Sharma (7/3/2009 5:48:00 AM)

    Has God equipped
    These creatures to adapt,
    Or we have over taxed
    Our thermostat…
    and our adaptability
    lies dormant...


    I agree to some extent...evils of luxury.... very well written...pls read my poems called TRIBUTE TO READERS, PRESENT, SOLITUDE'S WHISTLE..shall be grateful for your comments (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Samanyan Lakshminarayanan (7/3/2009 5:44:00 AM)

    a lovely poem on adaptability...the sqirrel does not complain running down a iron pipe which obviosly should be hot....i think we have pampered ourselves to this state...i think we isolate ourselves where as they associate...read my 'a listener in us' on a similar theme (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 12 Points premji premji (7/3/2009 5:34:00 AM)

    god gave men the boon of logic........
    so he had taken back so many other boons from us....... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie rago rago (7/3/2009 5:19:00 AM)

    you have made a beautiful poem for squirrel....... ofcourse they adapt and finally come under the list extinct......... fine write....... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 3, 2009



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