! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! As Mother Ganges Spoke To Me...! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Poem by Mamta Agarwal

! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! As Mother Ganges Spoke To Me...! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Rating: 2.7


Sitting one starlit night on the terrace,
On hill above river in my cottage,
On a chilly December, cosy in a blanket
Around my head, hugging it close to my chest.

Deliriously happy like a child
Perhaps, was that moment truly alive?
River roared and rose to dizzying heights;
Kicked by paeans and hymns sung at twilight.

My heart did a somersault with delight.
In the periphery, saw soft temple lights.
It told me some of her secrets aloud.
And bounced on journey, northward bound.

Today there is a nip in September air;
Somehow overcome with acute despair.
Suddenly heard the secrets and the hymns,
And tears haven’t stopped falling since.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rakesh Bedi 21 September 2009

A lucky you, mamta......; very few people are bestowed with this blessing of observing what happens at Ganges(the most sacred river) at twilight.......god bless you n lots of regards, dear......

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Saadat Tahir 22 September 2009

mamtaji...dream like trance poetry... married two far removed snippets and seemlessly sent us on a spiritual journey.... very poised and beautiful cheers

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Kesav Easwaran 22 September 2009

i felt as if i were sitting on the terrace and watching and listening to the Sacred River....imaginative write Mamta...thanks...10

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Ritty Patnaik 01 December 2009

dear mamta......these moments are lasting moments of truth, which we hug and keep to ourselves.the poem is so ethereal and joy giving, i had to read it few times! you write beautifully well! ritty

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Vidi Writes 27 September 2009

Ganges at the top hills of Himalayas It was a live document to me when i was there at that height. How much could i read her! ! ? ..... True...Nothing much. It was days of full swing and sway... Just carried away with the flow... And back.. But i get so delighted... to see you there Opening up with those talks you could do That state of mind... You are blessed.. dear poet. Your inner call matched to that sacred hymn. I just take a deep breath... of cool air. wah.... dear poet... you are great here.

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Raj Nandy 23 September 2009

Reading this poem I recalled my visit to Rishekesh! That was two years back! There I felt the cold waters of the mighty Ganga in my feet! I hope to visit that place once more, - right up to its Gomuk source! Thanks for sharing your deep experience! - Raj

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Bob Blackwell 22 September 2009

Mamta, a lovely reflective poem, which comes from a warm heart. It always amazes me our minds work through the power of association. A chill in the air and a wonderful memory from the past comes clear into mind. A wonderful poem too. Thank you Warm regards Bob 10++

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Sathyanarayana M V S 22 September 2009

Oh! What a beauty is this poem. The language suited the content and feeling and flowed like Ganga Maa........... Soooooooo sooooothing.

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