White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-176 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY THE COUNTDOWN-2 A caged bird I am Do not remember How and when I fell in love with the cage How it became my lifeline My heart and mind. How I surrendered everything I loved and relished My freedom, love and passion For a handful of the sky over And a little earth to stand on A caged bird I am Forgotten long since How to fly in the open sky. Hope to muster enough strength To ward off the initial onslaught Gather me, my tired wings and mind To venture into the forgotten domain The unapproachable splendour of the empyrean Once a winged bird Do not remember When I last flew into the blue heaven. Hope! I will find my wings and urge, love and motivation to be on cloud nine once again Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 2.11.2022 All Copyrights Reserved https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2022/11/03/something-i-look-at-176/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-137 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A LOOK AT ME Don't call me a poet I am not one. How can I be with so much ego, hatred and jealousy? How can I be one when I don't have the eyes to see good in others, a heart to reciprocate and a mind to acknowledge truth and beauty How can someone be who does not enjoy other's success, an island in himself who has not seen anything beyond the blue sea. One whose sun rises and sets, the day begins and night descends only for himself can hardly be a poet. Being an epitome of negativity in all its forms I only faithfully reflect myself, my selfishness, prejudice and malice for the rest. If poetry is reflecting the society for its betterment what betterment I am doing except propagating and projecting myself I need at least one more birth to love and understand poetry, appreciate others and many more births to realise, there is absolutely no difference I and my focus of jealousness are the same Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-176 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY THE COUNTDOWN-2 A caged bird I am Do not remember How and when I fell in love with the cage How it became my lifeline My heart and mind. How I surrendered everything I loved and relished My freedom, love and passion For a handful of the sky over And a little earth to stand on A caged bird I am Forgotten long since How to fly in the open sky. Hope to muster enough strength To ward off the initial onslaught Gather me, my tired wings and mind To venture into the forgotten domain The unapproachable splendour of the empyrean Once a winged bird Do not remember When I last flew into the blue heaven. Hope! I will find my wings and urge, love and motivation to be on cloud nine once again Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 2.11.2022 All Copyrights Reserved https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2022/11/03/something-i-look-at-176/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-137 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A LOOK AT ME Don't call me a poet I am not one. How can I be with so much ego, hatred and jealousy? How can I be one when I don't have the eyes to see good in others, a heart to reciprocate and a mind to acknowledge truth and beauty How can someone be who does not enjoy other's success, an island in himself who has not seen anything beyond the blue sea. One whose sun rises and sets, the day begins and night descends only for himself can hardly be a poet. Being an epitome of negativity in all its forms I only faithfully reflect myself, my selfishness, prejudice and malice for the rest. If poetry is reflecting the society for its betterment what betterment I am doing except propagating and projecting myself I need at least one more birth to love and understand poetry, appreciate others and many more births to realise, there is absolutely no difference I and my focus of jealousness are the same Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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