SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

A Look At Life-12

The hands that groomed me,

the eyes that loved me,

the ears that listened to me,

are no more.

The fountain of love,

the epitome of sacrifice,

the perennial stream of wisdom,

is no more.

The beautiful tree

under the shadow of which

i played and smiled,

grew and developed,

and lead a care free life

is no more.

No more is the man,

who manned and schooled me?

and made me what I am.

No more is the window

through which l looked at,

no more is the giant patriarch

who lived his whole life?

for others and the values, he held high.

I am all alone,

in a sparkling whirlpool,

the sea is boisterous,

getting violent and virulent

and more and more turbulent,

the able navigator is no more,

who will bring me ashore?

A Look At Life-13

By-Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

Slowly but surely

i am to detach

from all that I love and fancy

and prepare the body and mind

for the final detachment

to have a hug

with the lady of my life

I am to bid farewell

to all those beautiful moments

and nicest of relationships

which made my life

a heaven on earth

Bit difficult

but worth enduring

for i am never to live

under a shadow and

in perpetual fear of

losing something

which is never mine

It is the go of the world

one who has come

has to go

even the sun and moon

have lives of their own

To lament for something inevitable

is nothing but abuse of life

better to prepare

for that journey

with a smile on lips

with chest up and head high

to have that ultimate romance

with the queen of night

A Look At Life-14

By-Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

A chair on wheels

is all that you have

to move and look

at the world

which is not

as it was

You are on your last leg

confined to bed

interacting and socializing

with an unknown face

but still dreaming and hoping

a better future for your kids to come by

all of you are alike

never desire anything for self

live every bit of life

for the sake of those

who have their own life

to live by

The ocean of love and sacrifice

is in a small well

having no takers

for what she says

the pupil of her eyes

so engrossed in their world

have little time to stand and stare

Nothing has changed

you remained the same

and the world around

your blood even today

are true to yourself

everything remained the same

only time has changed

and with change in time

changed the priorities of life

and the values and emotions of man

SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY, O.F.S, son of Raj Kishore and Shantilata Mohanty, born at Padmapur, Jagatsinghpur, Odisha on 1.1.1963 is a multilingual poet, essayist and writer. He is a published poet and writer and a featured poet of PENTASI B World Friendship Poetry. His writings include essays, short stories, poems and novels which are published in newspapers and in various national and international magazines, journals and anthologies. Working as Finance Officer in Govt of Odisha, he writes  extensively on life, its beauty and intricacies which are widely acclaimed. Website-smrutiweb.wordpress.com