Amita Sanghavi's Poems
In England, she has successfully completed MA TESOL from Lancaster University, UK as a Hornby Scholar Award winner from British Council India. She also holds a full time B.Ed degree and B.A in English Literature and topped her college from University of Mumbai and has topped M.Phil in English Literature from SNDT Women’s University, Mumbai. She has presented research papers worldwide, including USA, Japan, Germany, Italy, Turkey, Malaysia, Egypt, Oman. Her poetry has been published in several publications. She has judged several Poetry recitation, Debate and Elocution competitions and regularly writes a column articles in University In house publication, ‘Imprint’.
Her first book of poetry, ‘Lavender Memories’ was published in 2018 and launched in the Indian Embassy Muscat. She has recently co-edited an Anthology of World Peace Poetry, entitled “WORLD PEACEATHON POETRY (2020)’, published by World Poetry Canada featuring 92 contributors in 9 languages.
She was honored the Ambassador of Poetry to Oman by World Poetry Canada by Canada in 2019.
She is also pronounced as the Representative of Poetry to Oman by the Art Movement Immagine & Poesia, Italy.
She is currently working on three more books of poetry and recently was invited as a Motivational speaker and poet by Prescott, USA. She recently read her poetry at CELCE poetry event, University of Leeds UK
1.
Poetry
Is a nucleated core
And so much more.
Poetry
Is a collective heartache
Of human suffering,
Chronicled by concerned,
Helpless, voices of poets,
Questioning:
The loss of
Identity of humanity,
The loss of
Values without sensitivity,
The loss of
Lives without empathy,
The loss of
Love without regret,
Poetry is words
Wherein wounds outpour,
Poetry
Is a nucleated core,
And so much more,
So much more.
2.
My cracked shadow
The moon-beams caress,
I eye the sky
and feel the moonlight
Penetrate my silhouette.
Reaching my brokenness,
Pacifying my short breath.
My lingering shadow
Tends to sulk,
Turning away
From the soothing beams,
I wrap a veil of self-denial
over my million wishes.
A silent star
Gazes at the shadow,
Sparkling, fearless of clouds,
Beckoning me
To bathe in beams and melt;
My shadow I gather
And my heart flies
To the azure silver lit
Shadowless expanse
Endless, infinite.
3.
Sometimes a memory
Burns and scalds
So bad
Those moonbeams
Can’t soothe
The seething heart,
Sometimes a memory
Leaves shivers and chills
So bad
Those sunbeams
Can’t warm
The frozen heart.
Between
The moonbeams
And the sunbeams,
The ‘present’
Tosses in unwished
Gifts of its own;
The wild winds
Have blatantly blown,
With worries of the
Future unknown.
As I have grown
Accustomed to Life’s game
I firmly hold my hand
And tall I stand,
Just on my own.
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