Biography of Sameer Agnihotri
Sameer Agnihotri is an Indian based amateur photographer and enjoys reading and writing poems. Currently he is doing his undergraduate. Passionate about photography and poetry, love to see elements of nature working and being its tiny part love to explore its depth.
Sameer Agnihotri Poems
A Dried Tree
I was once a flowering tree arose form a baby seedling; All I needed mother gave me, When I was young, I was strong; I have seen fury of Mother Nature; her anger deepened my roots, as heated and beaten carbon is diamond;
When the milieu cools down; When the chirping of birds ceases; When silence prevails everywhere; When birds move to nest;
I am a seven-letter word, I born long before, my origin is unknown; I am there in everybody, so do not agitate me; I am very dangerous, I have destroyed reigns,
A Balloon Peddler
He walks through a road, a lonely or busy. He carries a stick, swings balloons, different colors, each, foran owner different. He sings a songs, children attract as bee to honey; Melody heard form distance; small hands search piggy bank, coins few; Got them at last, dashes every little soul, for gift they grip.
Father, My Guidebook
I was unaware of world, you told me; I felt pacifying when you lulled; With hold of your finger, I learned to walk in debris, Difficulties, dullness when dwelt; you demolished them;
I was walking on road with focus on my goal, Halt, a hand caught a firm grip – course like a grain. Hungry, needy said the stranger, want money but no food. Stick like a magnet, followed the street, a repulsive figure.
I told baby I will come, with a toy not with gun; I told beloved I will come, with a wear not shawl; I told mother I will come, with bliss not mourning; Baby a train, doll, car; partner saree red, blue, green; mom food, care, love desired.
I am your joy, make thee bliss; I am you happiness, make thee exultant; I am your companion, when you are alone; I am your mood, mood I refresh;
A Lonely Road
You are short, you are long, you are straight, and you are curved; Sometimes leveled, sometimes debris is your form; You take everyone, everywhere, no questions, and no answers. I see a road, a road lonely; steps go forward and backward;
A Cup Of Tea In Winter
I hold a cup of tea on one chilly winter morning, I think, I think, I think It’s time pass for rich born, They just taste a bit and waste the rest.
They never sit in front just to avoid teacher’s attention, They never gave answers when teacher ask them, They always make noise, audible miles away, They never paid attention in class,
A Silent Night
Sun’s gone; its warmth is felt no longer; Wait, see, here comes the radiance of dark, herald of beauty; Thou came so silently, none mortal notices. So quiet is this day, night is falling, dark and dark;
An Ode On A Mother
Thou art my strength, Thou art soul, Thou never left me alone, O mother you are life, you are my joy,
Dream Of A Lover
When I close the gates of my eyes, When the stars unleash their beauty, When the moon shines spreading its sparkling beauty form heaven, When god covers the world in its shade,
A Dried Tree
I was once a flowering tree arose form a baby seedling;
All I needed mother gave me,
When I was young, I was strong;
I have seen fury of Mother Nature; her anger deepened my roots, as heated and beaten carbon is diamond;
I have seen wars, I have seen pestilence;
I was ready to serve, the world always wanted more.
Scars still visible, pain forgotten ages before.
Happy I am to serve this world, gave my organs to warm mass, and gave shelter from Helios riding his chariot across the sky.