! ! ! ! ! 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…
This one is fabulous Mamta I love the golden images that it brings.....the broken rosary and the fallen laburnum.....10+++++++
Fabulously knit imagery from the broken rosary beads and yellow flowery bed under Laburnum tree. I don't know much about Laburnum but it flashes back on my memory the yellow and purple flower laden Amaltas trees in my region and the flowery bed underneath. I understand the shift in scene from the rosary beads to flowery bed under Laburnum tree as divinity holding man's hand to guide him to Nature to realize the real divine bliss. It is superb poetry. CP
A soothing shower you have there...the imageries on realtime life...you have brought them in, live! Good work, Mamta...thanks...10
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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5/9/2024 12:09:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This poem is pure gold, Mamta. I love the flowers and that significant glance that adds to the appeal of this subtle, beautiful offering. Ten for a friend who could never be replaced on poemhunter, Love, Sandra