Mamta Agarwal

Rookie - 0 Points (March 27,1951 / India)

A Notebook And Its Cover - Poem by Mamta Agarwal

I sat down with resolve,
Crossed legged on the wooden bench,
Trying to wipe the frown
And stretch my spine.
Watch my breath
Pray for strength
And peace and calm, a spiritual balm.

I smiled as the cool breeze
Teased my cheeks
And flirted with my carelessly
Tied thick mane.
Told my mind, now
You be quiet;
This is me time.

My glance rested
On the notebook,
That goes with me everywhere.
It’s my secret treasure
And I just jot down
My thoughts at leisure.

It is covered with
A blue cloth;
And what… perhaps
I noticed for the first time,
A hand embroidered tortoise,
In orange and green in chain stitch.
Good heavens, I muttered
To myself, isn’t he the guy
Who won the race,
Slow and steady
Putting that smug, sly
and dandy
Hare to shame,
without much fanfare.

Thoughtfully, I muttered aloud
Who ever said don’t go by
A book’s cover?
An open mind can
Discover anything
Even if
In small measures;
Why you don’t need scriptures;
Even a hand crafted picture
Can turn out to be a guide
And a seer.


Comments about A Notebook And Its Cover by Mamta Agarwal

  • (11/12/2010 1:09:00 AM)


    'An open mind can
    Discover anything
    Even if
    In small measures;
    Why you don’t need scriptures;
    Even a hand crafted picture
    Can turn out to be a guide
    And a seer.'

    Beautiful!
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  • (8/20/2010 10:35:00 AM)


    a poetic truth emerges even before writing a poem...and that truth makes the poem itself...good imagination there...10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 19, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 22, 2011


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