Posted by: Ron DuBour | October 7, 2018

Remembering~by Lopamudra Mishra



Remembering . . 

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That Day,
When the rain drenched my lips,
With its majestic presence,
When the shower brought relief,
To my turbulent spirit,
The Sun emerged from the dark coating,
To saturate me,
Through its gleam,
My pale cheeks became pink,
My dance pattern changed according to methodology,
My legs got golden wings to float,
Amidst the blue clouds,
My thoughts loomed new designs in my blanket,
I got attracted to the charisma of rain,
Though the duration is for short span,
It created shuddering in my barren meadow,
In my pensive mood it lingers like the Moon,
The beats of drum is woeful, yet,
I love remembering the day of its appearance.
That made me colourful . . 


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