! ! ! ! ! How Delightful To Give In To An Impulse! ! ! ! ! ! Poem by Mamta Agarwal
! ! ! ! ! How Delightful To Give In To An Impulse! ! ! ! ! !
Driving past
A marketplace
Spot a balloon seller.
On an impulse,
I parked the car,
A little excited,
Hurriedly alighted.
How much for all?
I asked, as I watched
The shapes he had
Painstakingly given;
Apple for green,
Heart for a red,
Round for yellow.
Some even had freckles.
Mam, twenty rupees
For all.
He smiled,
Some one’s birthday?
Yes, mine,
I am reborn everyday…
People stared,
As I tightly held the string
But who cared…
Jubilant
I climbed the stairs.
Glad to give in to
Impulse for a change
And make the colourful purchase.
Even today
It makes me smile.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever...any time in life...in any season of one's age...for a heart young and joy-seeking inside...beautifully composed poem piece...10
A smile is worth much more than twenty rupees. Delightful indeed! Balloons and kites always give a person a great sense of freedom. Warm regards, Sandra
Oh lovely impulse and lively attitude. We all live life in a pretence Love a lot but do a little Hiding the innocent pleasures For the scare of onlookers. They laugh at you - You are not one among them You can laugh at them - They can't be different. That's the spirit of life. You give us courage here, dear poet Through this poem and the deed in it.. To give into such impulses And to live life, with pleasures, that's enormous. Thank you.
Yes Mamtaji! You are born every day! You make us enjoy every bit of your enlightening poetry................Such a joy reading your poems
Yes Mamtaji! You are born every day! You make us enjoy every bit of your enlightening poetry................Such a joy reading your poems
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4/23/2024 2:56:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
a delight to read such poems...why care about who stares..iam still a child in me