Lopamudra Mishra Poems
|45.||Rain Come Back||10/14/2015|
|46.||Let Not The Old Flame Burn Her||10/14/2015|
|48.||Love In Autumn||10/14/2015|
|49.||Low- Pressure Cloud||10/14/2015|
|56.||Morning Walk N Tea||10/14/2015|
|59.||Thunder In Me.||10/14/2015|
|61.||Radha To Krishna||9/10/2015|
|67.||The Wooden Bench||7/8/2015|
|69.||The Oil Massage||10/14/2015|
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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 ...
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
Spreads fragrant crimson bedding of
To welcome morning walkers.