Lopamudra Mishra


Lopamudra Mishra Poems

41. Rain Bite 9/10/2015
42. Laughter 10/14/2015
43. Delirium 10/14/2015
44. Today's Rain 10/14/2015
45. Rain Come Back 10/14/2015
46. Let Not The Old Flame Burn Her 10/14/2015
47. Autumn 10/14/2015
48. Love In Autumn 10/14/2015
49. Low- Pressure Cloud 10/14/2015
50. Morning Walk N Tea 10/14/2015
51. Wind 4/30/2017
52. The Craftsman 4/30/2017
53. Our Meeting 5/5/2017
54. Eye Witness 5/19/2017
55. Without You 5/19/2017
56. Bit Confusion 3/12/2018
57. Day After Day 3/12/2018
58. Our Lines 3/12/2018
59. Radha's Confession 3/12/2018
60. Mother 5/19/2017
61. Autumn's Hue 10/14/2015
62. Grief 10/14/2015
63. Thunder In Me. 10/14/2015
64. Raksha Bandhan 9/10/2015
65. Radha To Krishna 9/10/2015
66. Life 7/7/2015
67. Evening Hours 5/2/2017
68. My Journey 5/5/2017
69. Hopefully 3/17/2018
70. Time 10/14/2015
71. The Wooden Bench 7/8/2015
72. Water Bodies 4/30/2017
73. The Oil Massage 10/14/2015
74. Loneliness 4/21/2015
75. Coffee 10/14/2015
76. Best Friends 4/16/2015

Comments about Lopamudra Mishra

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra Subhas Chandra Chakra (8/30/2017 10:46:00 AM)

    Lopamudra's poems are unique, full in all aspects and reflects her mastery over choice of words.
    I had a feeling of love at the first sight as I went through only two poems.
    I aim at reading more of her.
    Thanks Ma'am for the poems.

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Best Poem of Lopamudra Mishra

Best Friends

Holding each other's hand together and entuned in the same thought;
they are on a long evening stroll.
Engrossed and enjoying each other's company heartily,
as if long lost friends met year after.
Unperturbed by the hum-drums of the path.
His masterly story telling skill oscillates
many dolorous thoughts to invigorating news around.
Ageing made him inconsequential near his own siblings,
he pours out life's mountainous experience to her.
Little could she understand,
merges herself with his fancier and importunate words.
His amicable gestures erases the ...

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Morning Blossoms

Its bosom bejewelled with radiant
redness entraps vision.
Swinging beauteously with the whistling
wind in the dawn hours.
Rising sun plays hide and seek amidst
variant colours.
Spreads fragrant crimson bedding of
bougainvillea flowers.
To welcome morning walkers.

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