When the Rain was Fresh
When the Rain was so fresh
that it brightened the World
and it greened my eyes
When in Faith’s golden mesh
Hope’s treasure lay furled
and Love was the prize
Spirit woke up the Flesh
every grass blade was pearled
every songbird was wise
It was only a Walk
It was only a walk but it woke up my mind
I was one with the grass and the leaves and the birds
It was only a song but just one of its kind
Where the music itself was enough with no words
Where the home of the Poet stood small by the lake
Where the climbing rose adorned each window and door
And the brook babbled by every bush every brake
And my heart said to me , “ I have been here before ! “
Alarm Bells
The Highlands stood like sentinels
The Lowlands hid their glades and dells
The Woods were full of sweet violets
And misty drifts of soft bluebells
Who breaks these dreamy magic spells ?
Who in disharmony here dwells ?
Ah , who but Man exploits the Earth
Till Nature rings Alarm Bells ?
Amita Sarjit Ahluwalia is one of the various pen names used by Punjab-born, Patna-based retired Indian bureaucrat Amita Paul , for her original writings in different genres, in English, Urdu, Hindi and Punjabi, featured in various anthologies, journals, and online poetry writing forums. She was awarded the NISSIM International Poetry Award for 2019 for her contribution to English Poetry, and the Reuel International Prize for 2020 for Non-Fiction for her Experimental Prose plus Multi-Media Anthology, ‘The Saaqi Chronicles’. Destiny Poets, Wakefield, UK declared her Poet of the Year 2020, and also Critic of the Year 2020, an unprecedented coincidence. Her more recent work can be seen in ‘Impressions and Expressions’, a 2021 anthology of international poetry edited by Oman-based poet, Amita J.Singhvi, on Spillwords, in GloMag August 2021 and in the Yugen Quest Review , April and August 2021.
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