Mamta Agarwal Poems

Spare just a moment for the bird
Who flew from bleak winter of her habitat,
In search of warmth, food wet lands
And green fields, instead only found silt.
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A new born awaits
In anticipation
For mother's breast...
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A sheaf of papers got swept with the breeze,
Like kites my poems took flight with ease.
I watched as drifted and fell to the ground,
On the freshly mowed grass, without a sound.
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Anika awakens the child in me,
I watch her, as she fetches her toys
And shows off with pride and glee
With her, I don’t have to act poised.
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His curly hair wet, drip
After a shower from the skies;
Takes shelter under a bridge.
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Come I will teach you a new recipe’
Said a friend visiting from overseas.

Give me apples, cinnamon and a pie dish
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