His Name

by Rupradha Mookerjee

No matter where I go,

I keep writing his name,

Which I love, I adore,

I etch it in rocks or seashore,

Or in moist window panes,

To walk down memory lanes!

21-Jun-2014

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Comments on this Poem

thank you so much Prof!!

rupradhamookerjee
22-Jun-2014 09:47 AM

So sweet feelings you painted in your verse.

truth seeker
22-Jun-2014 09:25 AM

thank you so much, sorry for missing your poem, I was at Sikkim for a holiday, so couldn't read your poem which is an outstanding one, it made me cry, it's so touchy..thank you immensely Nathmal ji..

rupradhamookerjee
22-Jun-2014 04:47 AM

His name is always in your heart and will remain there for ever.Yahi to tumhare pyar ki "tapsya"hei.A lot of thanks for creating again a new love poem.
Inspired by your poem "Mom" I wrote a poem and tributed you for Mother's Day on 11th May,2014.
Please search & see in Google "Poetry of Nathmal Sharma" heading "Oh,My Gracious Mother"at boloji .It hasn't noticed yet by you.

Nathmal Sharma
22-Jun-2014 02:44 AM

Jaipal ji, Sony ji, Kulbir ji, Paddy: thank you so much for your constant appreciations..

rupradhamookerjee
22-Jun-2014 00:12 AM

Kumar ji, great lines, thanks a lot..

rupradhamookerjee
22-Jun-2014 00:11 AM

Wow Rupradha! So loving, so tender a poem!

Padmaja Iyengar
21-Jun-2014 13:12 PM

Rupradhaji,

Thanks for letting us know what you do!

Kulbir
21-Jun-2014 12:20 PM

It's so tender.

Sony Dalia
21-Jun-2014 12:07 PM

You are best at your favourite theme.

jaipal singh
21-Jun-2014 11:08 AM

... and my lips utter the name
before my hands script
on rocks, on the shore or window pane!

Great yearning, Rupa!

Kumarendra Mallick
21-Jun-2014 08:47 AM