Savita Tyagi


Savita Tyagi Poems

1. What Is Love 1/3/2012
2. Winter 1/16/2012
3. The River Calls Me 3/22/2012
4. Sleep Dear! Hold Me Tight 8/28/2012
5. Why? 12/10/2012
6. Anxiety 12/10/2012
7. Upon The Desk Of The Great Writer 12/27/2012
8. Summer Evening 1/13/2013
9. Summer Night 1/13/2013
10. Winter Afternoon 1/13/2013
11. Rant Is Permitted 6/5/2013
12. Flash Thought Ll 6/30/2013
13. Haiku 6/30/2013
14. Haiku Not So Perfect 8/24/2013
15. Closed For Business! 10/3/2013
16. Path To Heaven 10/3/2013
17. Our Lives 8/21/2013
18. Retired 8/21/2013
19. Cinquain Ii (In Free Verse) 11/18/2013
20. Flash Thoughts Lll 11/19/2013
21. Cinquain Lll Lv V (In Free Verse) 12/11/2013
22. On A Computer Screen 12/19/2013
23. Year End Thoughts 12/31/2013
24. Vishnu 1/6/2014
25. Transmigration 1/7/2014
26. Dreams 1/28/2014
27. Maruts 1/28/2014
28. Cinquain Vll (Free Verse) 2/19/2014
29. Finding A Way 4/27/2014
30. Cupid Power 6/9/2015
31. Faith And Religion 6/12/2015
32. Random Thought Xvll 6/14/2015
33. Meditation 6/15/2015
34. Mother 6/15/2015
35. Random Thought Xviil 6/18/2015
36. It Happens Again 6/18/2015
37. Random Thought Xxl 7/21/2015
38. Random Thought Xxll 7/21/2015
39. Cinquain Vl 1/7/2014
40. The Aryans 11/21/2013
Best Poem of Savita Tyagi

A Poet's Heart

He had a poet’s heart
When he melted with pain at the sight of a wounded bird
Like an ice cube melting in summer’s heat
The helpless eyes of grieving bird’s mate
Turned his heart’s cries into verses of poetry
This famous story is an inspiration
For poets around the world

On rainy days a poet’s imagination streams and floats
Like a little paper boat in gushing rainwater
It giggles and laughs with little children
Playing in rainwater
It captures the adventures of a raindrop
Falling in puddles of city streets
Floating through winding alleys
And ...

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Winter

At the onslaught of winter stripped of their possessions trees stand in silent prayer.
Grey clouds hang low just above the black trees as if to kiss them goodbye
The milky white glow of moon creates a longing
Is it possible to reach out to unknown?
I get not answer in that cold and still night.
Flowers huddled together still spread their fragrance
Soon the merciless frost of winter will kill the bloom.
Gofers in my backyard have created mounds of dirt to settle deep in warm earth.
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