Mamta Agarwal Poems

Far yet near,
Near yet far…
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Sitting by bonfire…


Sitting on a December night by the bonfire
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Please be quiet…
Why is there so much noise?
Don’t raise your voice.
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Am overwhelmed with guilt, you see,
Due to paucity of time, my deadlines
Thought you alone will understand,
I axed your name off the do list.
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Gingerly stepping out nicely wrapped, inhaled
Shivering watched the hot vapours as I exhaled,
Swallowed by the icy breeze that tingled my face,
Carrying with it the invigorating heady fragrance,
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At fourteen I was just too ill at ease,
Tall for my age, boys would constantly tease…
They would snigger, and say here comes giraffe
I wished like Alice, I could shrink, as they laughed.
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Cold wind knocking on the door,
Old shrivelled man on the floor.

Ashamed, lost control over bladder.
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Walk in
City’s familiar
And unfamiliar
Bylanes;
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What is it about some days
Birthday, festivals and anniversary
New Year and first of January
We wake up expectant and gay…
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