Mamta Agarwal Poems

Melancholy in her eyes, pallor on the cheeks.
She sat with her hand on chin, heard a moan, bed creak.
Quivering lips, trembling hand, hair carelessly done.
She reached out to the sick man, one and only one.
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Silver streaks at dawn
On sacred Yamuna, crammed
With polythene bags.
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Climbed the stairs slowly due to arthritis
Rummaged in the bag for the house keys.
Unlocked the main door, and wearily stepped in
Laughing Buddha seemed to mock and grin…
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Sun filtering warmth
Through Silver Oak trees,
As I lay
Resting my head
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Through chinks in roman blinds, I wake and see
Its dawn, stretch out my hand for the remote;
Switch off air conditioner, jarring sound
Drowned the musical notes of flitting birds,
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I have been living a lie,
A bit of me each day dies…

I have been living in denial,
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