LOPAMUDRA MISHRA
PROMISE ME
Please promise me dear!
Be my neighbor in my next birth for
sure,
So I can see you and,
Will sail in your ocean of love
daylong,
No grumble and grievance will
measures our path,
You will be only mine, except
nothing than that,
Together will drench in rain,
Watch the moon, and blue waves from
our window pane,
Our hours will be only ours,
Here there will be no ray to give
us pain,
We will make our castle out of
golden frame,
Will request the cuckoo to sing
throughout the day,
Will request the clouds to pour its
shower,
Without delay, to give us respite
from all the humid space,
Together we will play hide and seek
with shinning stars,
With you I can crack each and every
part of the Earth,
If you are not mine now, promise
me,
Take a rebirth for my sake in this
Earth.
MY STORY
One lazy afternoon,
While I am sleeping on my room,
All of a sudden some inactive
neurons,
Started whispering, near my
eardrum,
At first softly and smoothly,
When I ignored, then it’s vigorous
tap,
Forced me to hold my pen to jot
down,
All that is expressed and
unexpressed in my living room,
The stagnant pool begin to flow
from the jumbled paradox,
Which often chase me in my lonely
hours,
I see and recognize every images
that comes to my dream,
Yet I get no words, how to begin,
The low confidence in me restricts with the wordings,
That I am not so worthy to appease
praise from worthy,
Days passed and then years,
Seasons changed keeping pace in
their frontier,
I see the blue sky and wonder,
Will thunder never vibrate me ,
Or my time will pass remaining in
slumber,
Surprisingly, the rain came with a
broad smile,
Giving me bouts of shivering,
The sudden gust of wind tremble me
with in,
My pleasures and pain began
flowing,
Touching the boundaries and absorbing
me in its ring,
The excitement I received is higher
that my horizon,
I fell in love with the interesting
filament, Poetry,
Poems Is something serious,
I firmed this idea in the
beginning,
Now the scribblings are my
darlings,
RHYME OF RAIN and FIRST RAIN are my
stories,
Some real and some imaginary.
MUMMY ‘S DREAM..
Once I asked my Mum,
What you want to be?
She replied in morose tone,
My days are gone, forlorn,
I see my dreams in you,
She said this in a dawdling tone,
During our days,
Bi-cycle ride raised brows,
You have crossed those hurdles,
For you, riding a racer bike raise
lesser brow,
I run among the meadows to keep me
fit,
You choose treadmills and gym to
fit your body shape in tight zip.
She then said, I longed to be a
free bird and fly,
Unable to do so, I am tied to this
cross wire,
I dream you to fly high,
Sustain like the Eagle and thrive,
I kept quiet, thinking my mum looks
so simple,
Yet her dreams to aspire higher
goal strived
So she wanted me to fulfill those
dreams of her,
To rise like tide and drive in it,
With my dreams holding as a kite.
LOPAMUDRA MISHRA
LOPAMUDRA
MISHRA, A native
of puri, now residing in Bhubaneswar Orissa, She completed her graduation
{English Hons} from Sailabala Women’s college Cuttack, And post
–graduation { English} from Ravenshaw
University Cuttack. Her fascination for
writing came from her grandfather
and father from an early age. Writing
for her is the powerful medium of expression.Her poems
have been published in many magazines
and anthologies . Her first book “Rhyme Of Rain” was published in march 2017 and second book “First Rain” in
August 2017.
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