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Snow
by Dr. Kumarendra Mallick
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walking on snow --
a mile of frozen sound
awaits me
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November 29, 2016
More By: Dr. Kumarendra Mallick
Views: 479      Comments: 4

Comments on this Poem

Comment Oh! Bijay babu, so nice of you to quote immortal poems of O'Henry, Shelly and Frost. True, winter spreads a dream carpet and paints the earth white. Thank you.

kumarendramallick
12/01/2016 09:41 AM

Comment "I have something to tell you, white mouse," she said. "Mr. Behrman died of pneumonia to-day in the hospital. He was ill only two days. The janitor found him the morning of the first day in his room downstairs helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were wet through and icy cold. They couldn't imagine where he had been on such a dreadful night. And then they found a lantern, still lighted, and a ladder that had been dragged from its place, and some scattered brushes, and a palette with green and yellow colours mixed on it, and - look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn't you wonder why it never fluttered or moved when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it's Behrman's masterpiece - he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell."
-----The Last Leaf, O.Henry


I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.

I sift the snow on the mountains below,
And their great pines groan aghast;
And all the night 'tis my pillow white,
While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
----- The Cloud by P.B.Shelley

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
----Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

The snowfall, the pathways full of white sheets of ice, the lakes frozen, how the cold season!

bijay kant dubey
11/30/2016 10:17 AM

Comment Thank you, Bijay babu for enjoying a stroll on snow. The little companion makes all the difference.

kumarendramallick
11/30/2016 09:29 AM

Comment From where, Kashmir, Kulu or Manali? Kanchenjunga or Darjeeling? Walking in snow with the small breed dog? A mile of frozen sound awaits with snowfall, icicles and ice sheets

bijay kant dubey
11/29/2016 12:49 PM




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