White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-283 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY What matters Not where you are With whom you are But how you are. What matters Not what you have But what can you share with those Who do not have What matters Not what you say But how you say Whether it is from the heart or lips And how it touches one What matters Not whether you are alive or dead But whether you are alive For the rest of the world Their cheers and tears Or an island in yourself What matters Not how beautiful you are But whether you see beauty in others Share their happiness and sorrow What matters Not how much you love your family But whether your parents and grandparents Are not in it Whether you visualise the outside world As your extended family Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 26.9.2023 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2023/09/something-i-look-at-283.html https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2023/09/28/something-i-look-at-283/ ©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-133 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY WOMANHOOD, A BLISS I am not the selfish arrogant 'I' I am not the independent egoistic 'I' I am not an island in myself But an interdependent loving and reciprocating 'I' an ocean of unlimited joy and bliss, a mother to many including the man I love And his father who sees his mother in me. A mother, a sister, a daughter, a daughter in law, a wife and beloved I am, complete in every respect, do equal justice to all my roles, true to myself and others. Completely lost in my family, lost my identity only to become the mistress of it with a much bigger identity. My womanhood never rests on selfish interests and possessive individualism It is firmly entrenched on love, appreciation and an understanding of each other's needs, emotions and feelings I can't afford to be selfish On me, on my love and sacrifice stands my family. I am the mainstay, the pivot around which revolves family and other institutions of society. I am the voice that gives it meaning and identity But for me, the family is a family I am that human touch that makes my family so beautiful Or else it is an assemblage of selfish interests, a solitary asylum in a noman's land. I love my family, my family loves me What more do I need? Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-283 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY What matters Not where you are With whom you are But how you are. What matters Not what you have But what can you share with those Who do not have What matters Not what you say But how you say Whether it is from the heart or lips And how it touches one What matters Not whether you are alive or dead But whether you are alive For the rest of the world Their cheers and tears Or an island in yourself What matters Not how beautiful you are But whether you see beauty in others Share their happiness and sorrow What matters Not how much you love your family But whether your parents and grandparents Are not in it Whether you visualise the outside world As your extended family Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 26.9.2023 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2023/09/something-i-look-at-283.html https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2023/09/28/something-i-look-at-283/ ©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

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-133 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY WOMANHOOD, A BLISS I am not the selfish arrogant 'I' I am not the independent egoistic 'I' I am not an island in myself But an interdependent loving and reciprocating 'I' an ocean of unlimited joy and bliss, a mother to many including the man I love And his father who sees his mother in me. A mother, a sister, a daughter, a daughter in law, a wife and beloved I am, complete in every respect, do equal justice to all my roles, true to myself and others. Completely lost in my family, lost my identity only to become the mistress of it with a much bigger identity. My womanhood never rests on selfish interests and possessive individualism It is firmly entrenched on love, appreciation and an understanding of each other's needs, emotions and feelings I can't afford to be selfish On me, on my love and sacrifice stands my family. I am the mainstay, the pivot around which revolves family and other institutions of society. I am the voice that gives it meaning and identity But for me, the family is a family I am that human touch that makes my family so beautiful Or else it is an assemblage of selfish interests, a solitary asylum in a noman's land. I love my family, my family loves me What more do I need? Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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