Here’s a poem of unrest and protest by Mamta.

A Narrator
Spasming within
Saturated
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 champion their own stories
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
Dyspeptic
Sedentary
Bi-polar
The narrator looks around for his stun guns
And the charade goes on....

Picture design Anumita Roy, Different Truths

Mamta Joshi

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 interacting with young minds, understanding their pulse and in turn being savvy on technology, fitness, fashion, humour and rumour too.

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