Mamta Agarwal

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  • Rajnish Manga Rajnish Manga (6/27/2018 2:51:00 AM)

    I am greatly impressed by the comments of fellow poets about the poetry of Mamta Agarwal. I have read a couple of poems written by her including 'Celebrating Women's Day' and felt the intensity of her expression along with her social commitment. Her profile as a freelance writer is again very inspiring. I hope she is fine and starts posting her poems again (after a gap of more than six years now) .

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  • Valsa George Valsa George (7/18/2012 8:46:00 AM)

    Mamta Agarwal is indeed a poet of envious stature! A prolific writer with buoyant spirits, looking at Nature and life with the curiosity of a child and the introspection of a sage, her poems - a treat to the senses and sensibility! !

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  • Anthony Despain (7/14/2012 1:50:00 AM)

    Ms Agarwal's poem Controlling Anger Before It Controls You was exactly what I was looking for: something to remind me everyday and remain in the back of mind when a situation arises.

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  • Vaibhav Pandey (4/9/2009 12:02:00 AM)

    A brilliant poetess who can write every form of poetry with ease. Read her work and you'll never get disappointed.

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  • premji premji premji premji (3/7/2009 7:12:00 AM)

    revelation........................

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  • Lynda Robson (2/4/2009 9:33:00 AM)

    I am so glad I looked at Mamta's fine poetry, she looks at life and surroundings and transforms everything into wonderful prose, take a look and be impressed,
    Thank you Mamta

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  • Sarwar Chowdhury Sarwar Chowdhury (9/24/2008 6:46:00 AM)

    I always come to read poems of this poet with much zeal. Because her style of expressions, look through deep inner, beautifull illustrations, and truth-bound travel I like.

    Her openness to art and beauty is praiseworthy indeed.

    Long live Mamtajee!

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  • Kartikeya Sharma (9/23/2008 8:44:00 AM)

    &making memories is good
    juicy and adventurous

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  • June Feir-Cruz (9/12/2008 5:42:00 PM)

    Mamta,
    Finally, I found your One Night Stand. When you wrote me a comment - I misunderstood. I didn't realize you were referring to my poem The Morning After as similar to this piece. Yours is a beautiful and I'm flattered that you even think it's similar to mine. Bless your heart for saying that :)

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  • Rema Prasanna (7/31/2008 12:16:00 PM)

    Mamta di, a fine poet, a reformer from heart,
    her poems stand apart on a fine element....
    she is a specialist in her own realm where
    she writes for a cause and her writes are insightful


    Rema

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Best Poem of Mamta Agarwal

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Edges of fluffy clouds are tinted pink
As Sun sets and Portulacca folds its lips.
Taking Nature’s cue, I slow down my pace.
Go back home to the rhythm of my breath.

At dusk, In company of poetry
Sit on the brown parquet floor, earnestly
It has come from distant lands to reach me.
Would you believe, words too have wings?

'Before the music ends', melody stirs
The long forgotten notes of Jal Tarang.
Eyes closed, am spellbound by sheer elegance
Of images; right word in the right place.


Jal Tarang is an ancient musical instrument. Cups of ...

Read the full of ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! A Unequalled Melody - For Sandra Fowler! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Magic Of Monsoons

Monsoons have finally arrived.
Childhood memories flash across my mind:
Those walks to the school in the raincoat
And running home to make paper boats,
And watch them float in the muddy water
Charging home, on hearing the sound of thunder.

Eating ripe mangoes out of a bucket,
And sitting in a circle in our vests,