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Mamta Agarwal

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India

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Oh, the thrill of swinging on the swing,
I felt as if i had wings.
Now as my granddaughter shrills
As she pushes herself with her little feet,
Going to and fro at a speed,
Screaming and showing of with glee-
Now you can’t catch me.
Through her infectious joy and pride
I relieve
My childhood memories

Mamta Agarwal

Friday, March 7, 2008

poem poems childhood pride Granddaughter Wings

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Raj Nandy 08 August 2008

The swing is that special thing which memories of past bring! We all still love to swing! Though for some it stays as a mere decoration piece in their balcony! -Raj Nandy

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K. V. Venkataramana 04 May 2008

A lovely poem, Mamata. I felt the thrill too of your grand daughter.

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