Posted by: Ron DuBour | January 29, 2017

Return Back~by Lopamudra Mishra


 

 

Return Back

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I recognised you in the morning fog,
The same footsteps,
The matching fragrance,
Identical eyes that crushed ,
Me and forced to sail in a novel land ,
With its gladdening performance, once,
Up to now my throb speaks the same wonderful words ,
Often your warm zephyr touches my skin,
My red thumps are aware of your presence in the ring,
Time ,expertly healed the spikes of gun,
I fondly remember ,those bicycle rides,
The promises ,we share under the starry nights,
My heavy breath recollects all the grains,
You sprinkled in my meadow ,
The sparkles of colour hurt me infrequently,
With your congenial impressions,
Your lacuna pens melancholy rhyme,
To my cheering dairy,
I wish ,you to envisage this,
Return back with your masterly entry.
Lopamudra Mishra.


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