Deepti Agarwal


A Question? - Poem by Deepti Agarwal

The moment when I found my life, to
become as whole....i started growing
turning into a body.
I heard the words 'we're delighted to
hear the news' made me feel so
special and proud

I was lying in my own world
secured and protected;
slowly growing - moment by moment
sleeping and sleeping but still growing.

One day I was horrified
to find myself being
pulled into a tunnel
my warm world was becoming cold
and unbearable..
& I was forcibly being pulled away
from my home.

I came into a strange world
where there was this blinding light
and strange faces beaming bright.

They said I was born.
I felt I was torn.
Was I born?
or
Was I torn?

Feb 27, '08


Comments about A Question? by Deepti Agarwal

  • (12/23/2009 5:57:00 AM)


    thanks deepti for your comments on 'a soul' part 1...torn or born..a good question...mother's warmth common in both poems...the soul is there right from conception
    which i missed..you have it...the mother introduces everything to the child...even its own soul
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  • (6/3/2009 4:35:00 AM)


    right from conceiving to delivery welcomed by relatives...may be we do feel strange and that's why we cry...the mom's touch is its only warmth...written beautifully (Report) Reply

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/5/2009 7:10:00 AM)


    it is worth attracting points rating 10 (Report) Reply

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/5/2009 7:09:00 AM)


    ya reality realised when gained conciousness (Report) Reply

  • (11/10/2008 6:54:00 PM)


    haha......thoughts of a newborn.......well penned (Report) Reply

  • premji premji (11/6/2008 12:41:00 AM)


    deepti
    beautiful lines...
    but you not safe even there...
    imagine what all happened in
    places like Godhra...asam...
    this is the sublime reality..
    10+++++++++++=
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  • Ashraful Musaddeq (9/16/2008 2:24:00 AM)


    Yes we were born, we can't but rewind life like cassette tape. A nice composition. My 10 with it. (Report) Reply

  • (5/23/2008 11:18:00 AM)


    well written Deepti. even when we grow up sometimes we wish we crawl back to the safety of mother's womb.10 for this (Report) Reply

  • Vidi Writes (5/6/2008 10:00:00 AM)


    Born or torn
    Its life, a boon
    Keep apart the torn
    Count the fortune
    Will you not find one…?
    Yes… then you are at gain
    Look at those who don’t even have one! !

    I know the above lines are
    Words magic and consolation
    Still when you think wiser …

    ‘Attitude’ is the power
    Is both the fact and fiction.

    I hope this will quench a little
    Thirst in that question...
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  • (4/7/2008 8:54:00 AM)


    Very nicely written. Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • (4/7/2008 4:07:00 AM)


    born to get torn up
    and then to reborn...
    good poem, deepti
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  • (4/2/2008 7:00:00 AM)


    slowly growing - moment by moment
    sleeping and sleeping but still growing.

    when we live our life in comfort, we feel so.But a moment comes in man's life when all these joys and comforts are snatched away and we feel a kind of vacuum.Then comes the question of existence which you have asked so beautifully.Well done.keep it up.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 2, 2008



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