! ! ! ! ! Berries! ! ! ! ! Poem by Mamta Agarwal

! ! ! ! ! Berries! ! ! ! !

Rating: 5.0


Mulberries

On a visit to granny in the Doon valley
It was March, the old tree full of Mulberries.
Red, purple teasing from far, ran with cane basket.
Picked one, ate some while the birds created a racket.


Strawberries

Strawberries in white boxes, one atop other
The hawker sat on his knees, said go no further.
I protest too expensive, not for the masses.
Rich eat raw, make a tart or with cream in glasses.


Wild Berries

On way back from school at noon, attack wild berries.
Are for free and so yummy, home a lot we carry.
We laugh and shriek as our skirts get stuck in thorns,
Satiated, come back home, with berries, skirt torn


Written in ancient japanese form Sitigotyo

06.04.09
Mamta Agarwal

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Arthur Smith 06 April 2009

wowo lovely ideas on berries and well related to real life wonderful write indeed

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Catrina Heart 06 April 2009

Variety of berries and your creation speaks of variety too..............lovely penned...10

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premji premji 06 April 2009

beautiful lines pushed me back into school days....what our new generation kids lose is something like this..................thanks........

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Lynda Robson 06 April 2009

A mouth-watering write Mamta, enjoyable to read as always, 10 Lynda xx

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Sameer Ahmed 07 April 2009

Interesting idea of fruits with their names ending with ' Berries '..........Then ingrainement of remembrances and old fascinations of such little adventures has made this poem a very fruitful memory............10/10 Best Wishes Sameer

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Cindy Kreiner Sera 22 April 2009

Charming and lighthearted, refreshing as the berries...makes me recall skipping amongst the brambles eating my fill.. thanks for the memory

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Raj Nandy 13 April 2009

Yes Mamta ji, like Vaibhav, I can feel the taste of them! -Raj Nandy

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Bob Blackwell 09 April 2009

I love the summer fruits but berries most, mouthwatering memories for me too of as a child picking wild gooseberries, black berries and bilberries, they tasted best because they were free. Lovely write

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Naseer Ahmed Nasir 09 April 2009

Mouthwatering memories..........10/10. Regards Naseer

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Subroto Chatterjee 09 April 2009

Berry, Berry Good Madam! I studied in a boarding school in Dehra Dun years ago, and your poem brought goosebumps (gooseberries?) . Delicious! Cheers. Subroto

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