Untamable Homunculi

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Here’s a poem of unrest and by Mamta.

A Narrator

Spasming within


with bored, desiccated life

Loses control

Over his characters

Is he a Czar?

Why should he view their world

As a crowned head?

If they want to seduce or be seduced

They will;

They are not sidekicks

They their own

Laughing over his expectations

To treat them like clay pigeons

Shooting them at will

They will make their own trajectories

Their own pathways

Their own entanglements

With their high energy fix

They create turbulence

Making him stuffy




The narrator looks around for his stun guns

And the charade goes on….


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Mamta Joshi

Mamta Joshi

Mamta Joshi did her post graduation in History from University of . 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, , she has been nteracting with young minds, understanding their pulse and in turn being savvy on technology, fitness, fashion, humour and rumour too.
Mamta Joshi