! ! ! ! ! A Golden Shower! ! ! ! ! Poem by Mamta Agarwal
! ! ! ! ! A Golden Shower! ! ! ! !
Scattered by the broken string, bent to pick the beads.
You stood with some in cupped hands, did you my thoughts read?
Led me gently to balcony, to show Laburnum bloom.
Clusters of bright yellow flowers watch them with awe, droop.
Yellow petals formed a carpet, underneath the tree
You said its called golden shower, from far one can see.
The breeze carries the flowers, away from the loose bunch,
Just like my beads got separated, and I sat hunched.
I forgot about my rosary, as we stepped in the avenue.
Your nearness and fragrant air, tears blurred the view.
Careful not to crush the blossoms, lying on the grass
We strolled hand in hand, exchanging a glance…
With an enlightened company of wisdom mind Clearly brings us the sight of a golden shower The poet here is very much composed and clever. Just with the sight of scattered beads Originates a pure love for nature's breed. Enjoyed the read. Thank you.
mamtaji, only one who is in true love with nature can write the last para......
The soft and gentle touch of the last para is very moving indeed! 10+ -Raj Nandy
Your Golden Shower describes the Golden Silence when we experience things that are here and Now. You have done this so beautifully. I have a large shrub in the corner of my garden which is full of golden blossoms, it celebrates our Autumn season. Thank you, yellow is my favourite colour.
i think i'm the 10th to rate this poem a positive 10
'Yellow petals formed a carpet, underneath the tree You said its called golden shower, from far one can see. The breeze carries the flowers, away from the loose bunch, Just like my beads got separated, and I sat hunched.' IMAGES AND METAPHORS HERE EXCELLENT! YOU ARE ENDOWED WITH WISDOM DEAR MAMTAJI! great indeed! 10000+
i love this: ''Careful not to crush the blossoms, lying on the grass We strolled hand in hand, exchanging a glance…'' it is an extremely lyric poem.....10++++ from me
he breeze carries the flowers, away from the loose bunch, Just like my beads got separated, and I sat hunched...........quest yet lost into the brim bead yet stoops to the dream, of breath.............bravo
Nature is the main creative force, Aristotle said and your passion and love for nature is irresistible, Mamta. Broken rosary, fallen golden leaves, his nearness, tears and blurred view..........See how nature has overwhelmed the manly love. Beautiful poem,10/10. Regards Naseer
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12/5/2025 8:36:07 PM # 1.0.0
A very clever piece written...great imagery and metaphors.....10+++