A writer and a poet, Mamta looks within in this verse.
An Inner space of reflection
Mining one’s interior life
The thoughts are held as hostage
Every word has to be lugged into place
While the obese moon
Staining darkness with silvery sheen
The heavy paperweight
Lifts from the mind
Freed from sense of claustrophobic confinement
The keyboard feels alive again
The fingers tapping freely
Waiting for polite applause.
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Mamta Joshi did her post graduation in History from University of Allahabad. She writes short stories, reflective essays, prose pieces on everyday life in national dailies and international e-magazines. She writes with equal ease in Hindi. For over two decades, as a teacher of English in college section at SMC, Allahabad, she has been nteracting with young minds, understanding their pulse and in turn being savvy on technology, fitness, fashion, humour and rumour too.
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