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Theme: Season


new bride --
fragrance of distant ocean
hits our coast


More By  : Dr. Kumarendra Mallick

Views: 1376     Comments: 5

Comments on this Poem

Comment The overseas bride to come by sailing ships, a deshi not, videshi from across the seas. A foreigner, but Indian bride.

The drizzle of Shravana and the monsoon clouds hanging over the hills and their ranges.

bijay kant dubey
10-Jun-2016 21:52 PM

Comment Rain, wind, mud, slippery ground and floods do not pose a barrier to the heart. It just floats. As is said, when dark look for the stars, when in love be weightless so as to float..
Thank you, Bijay babu for your appreciation.

10-Jun-2016 11:09 AM

Comment Thank you, Versetile for your interpretation and appreciation. I am indeed glad.

10-Jun-2016 11:04 AM

Comment It's the approaching monsoon, just like a new bride. Nice, Mallick.

10-Jun-2016 10:45 AM

Comment With the shower, downpour and drizzle, let me have my monsoon dreams. But plan you not for monsoon wedding in the muddy country. The bridegroom will have to cross the river in spate with the crisis time manage master swimmers.
The monsoon to come with fresh showers and the gusts of the wind relieving us no doubt from heat and humidity. Thanda, thanda, cool, cool.
The weathermen alerting not, forecasting.

bijay kant dubey
10-Jun-2016 10:38 AM

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