They Play

by Rupradha Mookerjee

They play with the snow spray;
An afternoon of summer
Turns into a glimpse of winter;
Magic of crazy, stupid love!

15-May-2014

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Comments on this Poem

Sangatee ji, thank you so much..

rupradhamookerjee
21-May-2014 06:58 AM

I just loved it. : )

sangatee
20-May-2014 13:02 PM

your comment is very sweet. Thanks immensely Nathmal ji..

rupradhamookerjee
19-May-2014 09:58 AM

Beautiful description about stupid and crazy love.It is true that Lovers have always affected with this
type of love at hill and icy station to get purity of love. It happens in a sudden way without any plan.It's natural.It is according to human nature.What a Superb view ! which only you can depict so nice ! Soothing to mind ! A lot of thanks.Thank you very much.

Nathmal Sharma
18-May-2014 22:18 PM

thanks a lot Kumar ji. :)

rupradhamookerjee
17-May-2014 14:27 PM

Yes, if you are not crazy, you shall not feel either the spring or cozy winter chill... go crazy, little sweet poet!!!

Kumarendra Mallick
17-May-2014 08:35 AM

thanks a lot Kulbir ji, Aparna Mam always gives an appropriate imagery that makes the poem beautiful.. :)

rupradhamookerjee
17-May-2014 02:39 AM

Rupradhaji,

Very imaginative, and a good image to supplement it.

Kulbir
16-May-2014 16:14 PM