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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-262 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY When I touch your shadow I feel the beats of your aching heart See the dancing waves in your teary eyes I sense everything you want to disseminate I can not come near I only talk to your shadow That is destiny I smell your fragrance from a distance I feel your feelings My heart throbs like yours The waves of emotion rise and silently vanish You are so true and beautiful Maybe I am from a distance You have not yet seen the barren land The rocky debris and scattered bedrock That is why, for you, the moon is so colourful Let me have many more births To be the moon of your dreams To be the man of your heart With whom you can fall in love I assure you, in some other birth I will be your prince charming And you my cherished fiancee The paragon of grace and beauty Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 9.8.2023 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2023/08/10/something-i-look-at-262/ https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2023/08/something-i-look-at-262.html?m=1 ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #Sad_shayri SOMETHING I LOOK AT-262 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY When I touch your shadow I feel the beats of your aching heart See the danci

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-262 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY When I touch your shadow I feel the beats of your aching heart See the dancing waves in your teary eyes I sense everything you want to disseminate I can not come near I only talk to your shadow That is destiny I smell your fragrance from a distance I feel your feelings My heart throbs like yours The waves of emotion rise and silently vanish You are so true and beautiful Maybe I am from a distance You have not yet seen the barren land The rocky debris and scattered bedrock That is why, for you, the moon is so colourful Let me have many more births To be the moon of your dreams To be the man of your heart With whom you can fall in love I assure you, in some other birth I will be your prince charming And you my cherished fiancee The paragon of grace and beauty Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 9.8.2023 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2023/08/10/something-i-look-at-262/ https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2023/08/something-i-look-at-262.html?m=1 ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #Sad_shayri SOMETHING I LOOK AT-262 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY When I touch your shadow I feel the beats of your aching heart See the danci

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White Nothing follows us, except remembrance... Do good always, people will remember us always... ©Pallavi #goodness

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Preparation acts as the compass that steers us through the endless wilderness of opportunities ©Srinivas Preparation acts as the compass that steers us through the endless wilderness of opportunities

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White A LOOK AT LIFE-125 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY HOW CAN I FORGET? How can I forget the sweat of the poorest of the poor that has gone into my making? How can I forget I am brought up on the taxpayer's contribution And the resources of the country? How can I forget The system that groomed me and Stood by me at the time of my need? How can I forget The air, water and sunlight That nourished me? How can I forget The summer shower, smell of the moist earth That drenched me? How can I forget The love, commitment and dedication of others That kept me alive? How can I forget The language of empathy and reciprocation That taught me the lessons of life? How can I forget My parents, siblings, friends and teachers For whom I am what I am? How can I forget My employer, boss and colleagues With whom I have spent quality time of life? How can I forget My love, kids and family Who have made my life sheer poetry? How can I forget The environment and ecosystem That sustained my existence? How can I forget my country, My mother who has given me an identity And purpose to live? Is it not my duty To listen to her voice When she calls me and cries in silence? If it is not the time to reciprocate When they need me to Then when? after everything is over. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #wallpaper A LOOK AT LIFE-125 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY HOW CAN I FORGET? How can I forget the sweat of the poorest of the poor that h

White A LOOK AT LIFE-125 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY HOW CAN I FORGET? How can I forget the sweat of the poorest of the poor that has gone into my making? How can I forget I am brought up on the taxpayer's contribution And the resources of the country? How can I forget The system that groomed me and Stood by me at the time of my need? How can I forget The air, water and sunlight That nourished me? How can I forget The summer shower, smell of the moist earth That drenched me? How can I forget The love, commitment and dedication of others That kept me alive? How can I forget The language of empathy and reciprocation That taught me the lessons of life? How can I forget My parents, siblings, friends and teachers For whom I am what I am? How can I forget My employer, boss and colleagues With whom I have spent quality time of life? How can I forget My love, kids and family Who have made my life sheer poetry? How can I forget The environment and ecosystem That sustained my existence? How can I forget my country, My mother who has given me an identity And purpose to live? Is it not my duty To listen to her voice When she calls me and cries in silence? If it is not the time to reciprocate When they need me to Then when? after everything is over. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #wallpaper A LOOK AT LIFE-125 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY HOW CAN I FORGET? How can I forget the sweat of the poorest of the poor that h