A Writer’s Caprice

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

Sorting memories

Every word has to be lugged into place

While the obese moon

Saunters pompously

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

Mamta Joshi

Mamta Joshi did her post graduation in History from University of Allahabad. She writes short stories, reflective essays, prose pieces on every day 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
interacting with young minds, understanding their pulse and in turn being savvy on technology, fitness, fashion, humour and rumour too.
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