SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

A Look At Life-14

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

every thing remained the same

only time has changed

and with change in time

changed the priorities of life

and the values and emotions of man

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A Look At Life-15

The fallen martyrs

fighting a lone battle

in their solitary asylums

in a no man's land

The unsung heroes

of many wars

silently languishing

in their lost paradise

unnoticed and uncared

enduring the bitter agony of life

Where are those eyes

that suppressed the voice of innocence

where are those ears

that never listened to

the sad panorama of human woes

where are those hands

that deprieved the poorest of the poor

a roof to stay under

and a piece of bread

to keep their body and soul together

where is that mind

that desired everything for its own

and the pen

that subdued the wisest of the wise

for petty interests of some

For whom you lived

fought a battle of unequals

and made a hell of your life

have left you all alone

to silently witness

the crumbling relics of your empire

to rethink and reassess

and wait for that unceremonious martyrdom

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A Look At Life-16

The man on the street

I look at him

He looks at me

The eyes meet the eyes

Never the heart

l barely think about the man,

seemingly insignificant

and completely lost in his own world,

so different from that of ours

He seems to have discarded

the values of the larger society,

so dear to each and has his own likes and dislikes 

that has nothing to do with

our whims and caprices.

I am in a cell

What I learned over the years

and the way I was groomed

prohibits me to treat the man as a man,

the values I inculcated

and lovingly nurtured

comes in the way.

When I retire

from my ignoble strife

with very little life in me,

my tired eyes again meet his,

lively and fresh.

I laugh at him

He smiles with me

I do not know

Whose gesture is true and genuine

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SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY, O.F.S, son of Raj Kishore and Shantilata Mohanty is from Padmapur, Jagatsingpur, Odisha. He is a multilingual poet, essayist and writer whose write ups are published in newspapers and in various national and international magazines, journals and anthologies which are widely acclaimed across the world.  He writes extensively on life and its intricacies. He is a featured poet of the PENTASI B World Friendship Poetry and Year of The Poet, U.S.A. His collection of poems 'A LOOK AT LIFE, SOMETHING I LOOK AT, A LOOK, THE RIVULET, THINK ONCE MORE, THE JOURNEY, AU THARE, AU EKA GAPA, SROTASWINI, JATRA, are in the press.