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Sunday, October 6, 2013

Vinita Agarwal Reviews Mamta Agarwal’s An Untold Story of a Pebble

Mamta Agarwal's latest collection of poems titled An Untold Story of a Pebble, her third publication, is a storehouse of deeply touching poetry and charming imagery. Mamta writes from the heart, and that heart is distinctly humane and sensitive.
Her poetry overflows with glimpses of nature. A common enough trait in poetry, one might add. But what sets apart Mamta's descriptions is that in her writings nature is a cure for pain. It is cathartic to a wounded psyche, it is a balm to bruised senses. Nature is intrinsically woven into moods and emotions of the human self. For Mamta, nature is like an answer to the wretchedness of life.
She observes with ease the whole spectrum of the natural world - from climates and their distinct seasons, to trees, flowers, mountains, a jungle safari, snowflakes, winds and even nature's most minuscule aspects like a ladybird in the grass.
In a poem titled Poppies - A Crimson Tide, she writes:
But now that am ripe of age
Poppies bring me messages
Of hope, beauty and rest
From the far off lands
And sitting amongst them till sundown
Somehow lifts my spirits after a long and bitter winter.
Their glow and cheerful demeanour
Nourishes, makes me whole
In another poem called Radiant Spring, the lines echo nature's uncanny secrets:
Sun and buds gave a primeval pact.
It's kept intact, despite the fog's stubborn act.
Spring, on tiptoe, gently nudged it away.
At times, all the seasons come in one go;
The poems are sometimes deeply personal - about her granddaughter growing up, about the unforgettable love that her parents showered upon her, a tribute to a friend and about her own journey through life and sometimes they are uncanny observations about life, written with a powerhouse of soulfulness.
The title poem - An Untold Story of a Pebble, is a wide-arc poem about love and compassion for all things - living or non-living. It takes an enlightened heart to press forth words of such sensitivity for a pebble. In the poem, a pebble on a sandy river beach speaks to her in the first person. She writes thus:
Please, I beseech
Let me rest for a while,
Am tired of an arduous
...I want to share the story
Of my adventure
And how I ended up here.

Although my colour, shape
And size gives away.
It entreated like a child
Before my eyes
A big gushing wave

Carried it away...
In another poem which is an ode of deep love and reverence to her mother called Mothers Forever Stay, she writes -
Mother, your little girl is all grown up now,
Just because you showed her how.
Pray mother,
How did you always know
What to say?
Even today I can feel your presence
For mothers never leave,
They forever stay.
Mamta's work is deeply stirring, as if pain itself was used as ink in the pen that wrote them. Her choice of titles is so compelling that one cannot but help read the poem further. The striking thing about her poems is that they end on pertinent notes, with a significant message embedded in them. For example, in a poem titled Silk Cotton Tree Marches Into Town, she refers to the recent, deeply distressing Damini rape case and writes,
As women marched in protest,
Against Damini's unnatural death,
At the hands of rowdy gangs
Who stalk, brazenly at all times,
Looking out for soft targets,
To unleash their mental abrasions
In a frenzy of madness!
The poem moves on to end on a positive, encouraging note, a feeling inspired by the silk cotton tree in regal bloom...symbolic of a protective figure perhaps?
O silk cotton tree,
You make me proud to be a woman
In charge of my life -
Renewal of faith!
Mamta's work is seldom dark or gloomy. It is about bouncing back in life and taking life's injustices, squarely on the chin. Even in a poem which describes some nameless deep agony, the title is refreshingly bright. It is called A radiant Poppy and in it she pens:
Although am long past the age,
Today am in labour.
Severe waves of pain
Are far more intense
Than were decades back.
Am wading through clutching hope,
For the radiance of a single poppy
With its fluttering frock
Still has hold on my soul!
The anguished hand that wrote the above verse does a 360 in another poem titled One Afternoon in the Month of May. In this poem, the poet gives a witty response to a beautician's offer to do something about the lines on her face:
Aghast, I replied,
'No Kitty, not me.
These lines prove
I have lived,
Laughed, cried, sighed
And smiled.
Why would I like to look like a mannequin...?

On an impulse,
Extended my arm,
Hey can you do something

About these lines etched on my palm'?
Mamta's poetic style is simple yet moving, her use of words is sparse but adequate and her use of language is as crystal clear as water. Her word imagery is explicit and painstakingly microscopic. Her poems settle straight into the hearts of the readers. One cannot but heave a sigh of relief at her unassuming, wholesome and lucid use of the English language especially in today's times, when verbosity symbolises literary sophistication and obduracy passes off as artistic license, Mamta's soft renditions are a blessed change to read!
Mamta's poetry is a perfect carrier of unique observations, wit and wisdom and a delightful zest for life. The poems are mostly in a rhyming format but many are a combination of the free verse and the rhyme.
All in all, the book is an aching, pulsating homage to the traumas and travails of life on the one hand and the undying positivity that nurtures existence, on the other. You may be down, but you are never, ever out - that is the marvellous message Mamta's work conveys, summed up well in the last stanza of the last poem in the collection called Life and Art:
These pieces of art remind me to strive for excellence at all
To die while you are alive is nothing short of cheating on life!
This book is a must read for all admirers of poetry. It is a landmark collection from a Indian woman writer with a distinct style and ability to draw the reader into her heart and soul through the power of her words!

Reviewer's Bio: Vinita Agarwal is a Mumbai based writer and poet. Her poems have been published in Asian cha, Constellations, The Fox Chase Review, Spark, The Taj Mahal Review, CLRI, SAARC Anthologies,, Touch- The Journal of healing, Museindia,, Mahmag World Literature, The Criterion, The Brown Critique,, Sketchbook, Poetry 24, Mandala and others which include several international anthologies. Her poem was nominated for the Best of the Net Awards 2011 by CLRI. She received a prize from Muse India in 2010. Her debut collection of poems 'Words Not Spoken' is due for release in August 2013.

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