! ! ! ! ! At Times You Wish You Were Not Right...! ! ! ! Poem by Mamta Agarwal
! ! ! ! ! At Times You Wish You Were Not Right...! ! ! !
On that day when you gallantly got up,
And started engraving with knife our names,
On the trunk of the shady silver oak tree,
With boyish charm, as if playing a game…
I urged, it’s cruel, don’t… it too hurts.
You nonchalantly said, “Don’t be silly”.
I looked away, disconcerted, as you added
Trees are not people, they have no feelings.
we met one year back, let's enjoy our anniversary,
Indulgently smiling, you said, “Let’s go and visit
That grove in the hills where you got angry
And just reminisce and for a while sit
Under the tree which bears testimony
To my love for you…” I kept quiet
But gave in to your relentless plea.
You turned your face away at the sight
The tree stood bare, shrivelled and desecrated
By graffiti… disbelief and anguish in your eyes
How could our names be deciphered?
I turned away, wishing I had not been right…
The last para makes the poem soar to great heights! That being one of the main purpose of all good poetry! 10! Our famous Indian scientist Jagadish Bose- had proved that trees also posses a few human-like qualities! I saw this demonstration during my student days in his North Calcutta residence -converted into a science museum! After all, God created those trees long before He thought of creating us! - Raj Nandy
Mamtaji, You see what many cannot see! Those unfathomable depths are within your reach, of love, sentiment, beauty, imagery, what not! ! !
This was lovely. The words brought the scene in front of our eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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5/6/2024 10:05:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A mind that understands the life and its values Feels the palpitation of even a stone. Its love of life that gives us, all clues Splendid gesture of poet, i place a crown. A lot to learn and enjoy in this write. Thank you for sharing.