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World Poetry Celebrates Mamta  Agarwal from India!

  Ariadne’s Notes:

The World Poetry Café Radio Show, March 16, 1- 2 PM PST, on CFRO 100.5 FM, welcomed the talented and lovely poetess Mamta  Agarwal calling from India with her beautiful poems in a diverse and unique show. After four years, it was a great honour to talk to her and hear her wonderful poetry once again. http://worldpoetry.ca/?p=9088

Also included was the excerpt of a play by our super technician Victor Schwartzman, who left the radio listeners  breathless during a dramatic section of the play “Listen to Me”. It is being published  in the near future at: https://www.redfez.net

Celebrating St. Patrick’s Day was co-host Neall Ryon with a series of limericks by Bryon.

A very special e-poem Eternity. This is a poem inspired by the passing of time and memory (C)   by  Jason Endfield, (www.jasonendfield.com) from the UK was full of sensitivity and grace .  We hope to hear more  from this talented poet in the future.

To hear this special Show CLICK HERE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bougainvillea’s a poem by Mamta Agarwal, India.

After summer solstice,

We earnestly pray for rain

In north Indian plains,

Drained after a long unforgiving summer.

Gulp down lemonade

Or a drink made of khus, almonds and melon seeds

Or juice of roasted raw mangoes, sweetened

And spiced with crushed cumin

Black salt and fresh mint leaves.

 

I glance at the sky

From my balcony

Eyebrows knitted,

And sigh in dismay

As I watch clouds gather

Tease and leave.

I can smell rain in

Some far off hills,

As wind carries

Wet earth’s fragrance.

 

My eyes rest on woody bougainvillea;

Vines scramble over boundary walls

And fence lines of neighbourhood villas

In colours as varied as a child’s first

Box of water paints.

 

As I take a swig from

My bottle of Kinley,

Am filled with wonder,

How they remain so buoyant

All day and by night,

Despite no respite

From drought and heat.

While the Sun furiously beats

Down on earth’s cracked crust?

 

But mother nurtures the roots,

Who knows how she replenishes itself…?

The thorny vine knows not sloth,

And withstands the fiery wrath

And burst forth in blossoms,

Full of spirit

Just enjoying being.

 

Oft I wonder, some flowers

Are fragrant, others a’int.

See what a plethora

Of colour, size and aura!

How amazing, they parlance

In complete silence.

Captivated, I just forgot

I was feeling hot.

Mamta Agarwal (C) All rights reserved.

 

 

World Poetry Canada International Advisors and Directors!

 

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World Poetry Canada International Advisors and Directors. More to come…

They will be participating on the World Poetry 24 hour around the World Peace Poetathon, September 21st and also in the Fifth World Poetry Canada International Peace and Human Rights Festival 2016.

Advisors:
 Dr. Hadda Sendoo, Mongolia
Yoshifumi Sakura, Japan
Dr. Stephen Gill, India and Canada
Elaine Woo, Canada
Wanda Kehewin , First Nations, Canada
Mamta Agarwal, India
Adisa AJA Andwele, Barbados and US
Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido, Canada.

Directors:
Alaha Ahrar, Afghanistan and US.
Kwame Yirenkyi, Ghana and Canada
Michael Kwaku Kesse Somuah. Ghana
Sharif Saedi, Afghanistan
Oswald Okaitei , Ghana
Olajuwon Timileyin, Nigeria
Mutiu Olawuyi, Gambia
Musa Musavi, Afghanistan
 Caroline C. Nazareno, Philippines.

*Posted with their permission.

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 Festival 2014.

World Poetry Proudly Presents Mamta Agarwal From India!

 

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Ariadne’s Notes: It is a great honour to present the wonderful, talented  author  Mamta Agarwal, one of World Poetry Canada International’s Advisors as we expand our quest for peace through a 24 hour World Poetry Peace Poetathon  ( the brainchild of AJA) and the participation of empowered youth peace directors creating invaluable projects in the Peace for Prosperity Project ( Musa Masavi) the peace documentaries by youth filmmakers, and the new organizations for disadvantage youth that need support and nurturing. Mamta’s wisdom and help is invaluable and we think her for her help and service.

On a personal note, her book , “An Untold Story of a Pebble ” has given me hope, during good times and bad. I would like to thank her for her calmness and support which gives the strength to keep on.

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A Short Biographical Profile of Mamta Agarwal:

Mamta Agarwal studied English Literature for Masters Program at Punjab University, Chandigarh.She is a free lance writer and poet. She has published three volumes of poetry- Rhythms of life, Voices of Autumn and other short poems, An Untold Story of a Pebble. Her work has been published in several print, e journals and anthologies in India and abroad. She has travelled within the country and abroad to participate in poetry festivals.

She has been awarded World Poetry Empowered Poet Award in October, 2014 by World Poetry, Canada.
She writes in English and Hindi.Some of her work has been translated in Urdu, Telegu and Romanian Language.
She is settled in Noida, Uttar Pradesh.

Simply grass…

Grass is very appealing,
But you can’t dismiss
It just as simply grass,
Or just stuff of lawns.

If you go up and close,
You see a world
Of flowers, waiting
To be discovered.

Grass flowers keep a low profile;
Their colour, height not loud
To scream from far off!
But as I sit on grass
On a humid eve, As Sun goes down
West in May,
Or at mid-noon in December
On an icy cold day;
Somehow they remind me
Of a six month old,
Who first learns to crawl,
And raises her neck and turns
To make eye contact
With her mother.

The innocence writ large
On their face
Is their unique scent!
Although not effervescent;
Yet, they aren’t timid by any means.
What if they grow under trees,
Or wherever they get
To assert themselves!
They deserve applause for
Holding their own
On frail green stems!

Until yesterday,
I believed butterflies
Don’t visit them, but today
To my surprise and delight
I saw a pale yellow tiny butterfly alight
And whisper something in
The ears of a tiny mauve flower.

Grass flowers
Always arrest my gaze,
And I feel more than certain
God is in small details!
Then I pray let me be simple, witty,
And enduring like grass.

घांस की सादगी 
घांस मन मोह लेती है !
पर वोह सिर्फ घांस ही नहीं
ना ही सिर्फ लान की शोभा
अगर तुम नज़दीक जाओ
तो तुम्हे फूलों की दुनिया
दिखाई देगी , तुम्हारी इंतज़ार में
सरलता से
अपनी पहचान जताते हुए!
घांस के फूल अपनी और जोर
से पुकार कर आकर्षित नहीं करते,
उनका रंग हल्का और कद
छोटा ही सही –
पर मई में सूर्यास्त के समय
जब अच्छी गर्मी होती है
या दोपहर से पहले
दिसम्बर में सर्दी में,
जब भी में घांस पर बैठती हूँ
तो ऐसा लगता है,
एक मासूम बच्ची करीब छे महीने
की
जिसने घुटनों के बल अभी
चलना सीखा है
अपनी माँ का ध्यान आकर्षित करने
की कोशिश कर रही है!
घांस के फूलों की सादगी
में ही उनकी महक है
उनका स्वभाव ही चंचल नहीं है
पर वोह आँख मिलाने से झेंपते नहीं!
क्या हुआ अगर वोह पेड़ों की छाया
में जन्मे और पल के बड़े हुए
या जहाँ पर भी उन्हें अपना अस्तित्व
या पहचान बनाने का अवसर मिला
अपनी कोमल हरी टहनी पर
बने रहने के लिए
मेरा मन उन्हें देख सरहा उठता है !
कल तक मैं मायूस महसूस करती थी
तितलियाँ क्यों नहीं आती उन पर ,
लेकिन आज मैं मुस्कराएँ बिना ना रह सकी
जब मैंने एक नन्ही पीले रंग की तितली को एक जामुनी
फूल के कान में कुछ कहते देखा !
मैं जब भी घांस पर बैठती हूँ
बस टकटकी से देखती रहती हूँ ,
तब मुझे यकीन हो जाता है
वों महान चित्रकार कण कण में है !
तब मैं प्रार्थना करती हूँ, मुझे भी  घांस जैसे सरल
खुशमिज़ाज और शांति प्रिये  स्वाभाव का
बनाइये
है ईश्वर!

Mamta Agarwal (C)
18.06.2014