Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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. Poems are published in Mother Anthology by Hall of Poets, Voices of Aspirants by Poetry Planet, Mother by Poetry for Peace, Let the men speak for peace, Aroma of wilting petals, Anupam Bharat, Sourav, The Rock Pebbles, Symphony of Souls, Serious &Hilarious, Heartistry, World poetry on let there be peace, Complexion based discrimination global insight, Thought and Nature Anthology, New Creative Anteriority, Spring Window to peace, Indo African Anthology, Love at first sight, Spilling Essences, You and Me, A new beginning, Heart to Heart, Only you, My Valentine, Whispering Hearts, Poetic Rainbow, Fragrance of Asia, The Harmony, Sahitya Anand, East meets the West, Symphony of Peace, Pearls of Poesy, Ambrosia, International Anthology on Autism, Stars, Sky and Poiesis, Rain Drops of Love, Smrutire Parijat, Peace Lover, GloMag, Feb 2019, Tranquil Muse, Medley of Melodies, Nostalgia, Rise to Higher Essence, Cherry Toppings, Inked Thoughts, Whispering Poiesis, Rippling of Peace, Creative Anteriority, World for Piece, Traumas on Widows, Holistic Healing of Widow, The Global Literati Insights Research Journal, 1st issue 2018 etc. Poems are also featured in online magazines like atunispoetry.com, our poetry archive, GloMag etc., Poem hunter.com, Destiny poets, Different truths, YouTube.com.etc Website-smrutiweb.wordpress.com

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"Thanks and gratitude Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literay critic for your fabulous analysis of my poem 'A LOOK AT LIFE -43'.Infact your brilliant interpretation of the poem made it look more beautiful and complete Smruti Ranjaniji, Your poem titled"A Look At Life -43"is a poem that sheds light on the alienation and isolation experienced by old parents in the evening of their life due to them being abandoned by their grown up children,this is a horrendous prospect,many old parents today stare at day in and day out in our society of changing value system and a total lack of concern for the geriatric population.Here in the poem,the old parents have nothing to count upon because their hopes and expectations with respect to their children looking after them in their old age are misplaced and belied to a large extent.The parents bring up children thinking and hoping that these children will be of help to them in the final stage of their life,that is now discounted completely.The parents earn everything for the sake of the children,but at the end,the children are ungrateful to their parents.The reasons behind the old parents getting stifled in their home environment at old age can be attributed to two flaws of upbringing of their children by them(a)the children are burdened with the task of fulfilling the aspirations of their parents instead of them being asked to chase their dreams in life and(b)often children are told to concentrate upon the process of making money instead giving them advices by their parents regarding the pursuance of the principles such as truth,love,brotherhood,tolerance and compassion in their lives.Such crazy pursuit of money creates an atmosphere of use and throw culture leading to this objectionable state of affairs in the life of the old parents.At the end of the day,the old parents have each other for company,here in the poem the husband/wife combination reconciles to their situation or fate with total resignation and finds solace in each others arms.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature. Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil,The Head of the English Department Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 16th September 2017. Thanks and gratitude to my adorable friend and eminent poet Tulsi Shrestha for his wonderful analysis and words of appreciation which made the poem complete The most beautiful lines of your creation where soul of spirt embodied there in... " look at me, am I not your whole world ? am I not your dream, present,past and future ? When I am here ,why are you so sad ? The empathetic expression really moved me and my cheeks stained with tears. Most of old aged parents have been facing such a painful situation and their grown up sons never try to listen scream of their grief and loneliness. These lines do reflect and echo bitter reality of modern society. Salute for your creativity and articulation skill to ensure emotional sensitivity in each word and event. I adore you my dear friend for your unique exceptional write. A LOOK AT LIFE-43 BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY No present to live for, no future to look forward to I was unfolding the pages of life to feel the beautiful moments I lived to know the person I was which is so alien right now. That dilapidated building, my wife's dream, built on my sweat and blood still stands there. The delicately furnished interiors with lots of dirt and filth now laugh at me telling me how wrong and futile I was in dreaming a future that never came by. The broken walls of the house, persian carpets hanging on it with coats of dusts remind me how elegant once they were, how passionately they were decorated like a bride to welcome my son and his newly wed. How beautiful and fulfilling life was the crumbling relics of which now we have, the costly toys and beautiful gadgets lovingly procured for our grand children lying dead in a corner, like us they need someone's touch to come alive again. Recapitulating those glorious days and fascinating moments completely lost I was. Alll of a sudden I felt someone touching my shoulder. She was non else but my wife with a cup of tea passionately looking at me, telling me with a loving smile, 'look at me, am I not your whole world? am I not your dream, present, past and future? when I am here, why are you so sad' copyright@smrutiranjan 15.9.2017"

Thanks and gratitude Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literay critic for your fabulous analysis of my poem 'A LOOK AT LIFE -43'.Infact your brilliant interpretation of the poem made it look more beautiful and complete

Smruti Ranjaniji,

Your poem titled"A Look At Life -43"is a poem that sheds light on the alienation and isolation experienced by old parents in the evening of their life due to them being abandoned by their grown up children,this is a horrendous prospect,many old parents today stare at day in and day out in our society of changing value system and a total lack of concern for the geriatric population.Here in the poem,the old parents have nothing to count upon because their hopes and expectations with respect to their children looking after them in their old age are misplaced and belied to a large extent.The parents bring up children thinking and hoping that these children will be of help to them in the final stage of their life,that is now discounted completely.The parents earn everything for the sake of the children,but at the end,the children are ungrateful to their parents.The reasons behind the old parents getting stifled in their home environment at old age can be attributed to two flaws of upbringing of their children by them(a)the children are burdened with the task of fulfilling the aspirations of their parents instead of them being asked to chase their dreams in life and(b)often children are told to concentrate upon the process of making money instead giving them advices by their parents regarding the pursuance of the principles such as truth,love,brotherhood,tolerance and compassion in their lives.Such crazy pursuit of money creates an atmosphere of use and throw culture leading to this objectionable state of affairs in the life of the old parents.At the end of the day,the old parents have each other for company,here in the poem the husband/wife combination reconciles to their situation or fate with total resignation and finds solace in each others arms.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature. 

Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil,The Head of the English Department Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 16th September 2017.

Thanks and gratitude to my adorable friend and eminent poet Tulsi Shrestha for his wonderful analysis and words of appreciation which made the poem complete

The most beautiful lines of your creation where soul of spirt embodied there in...

" look at me, am I not your whole world ? 
am I not your dream, present,past and future  ?
When I am here ,why are you so sad  ?

The empathetic expression really moved me and my cheeks stained with tears. 
Most of old aged parents have been facing such a painful situation and their grown up sons never try to listen scream of their grief and loneliness. 
These lines do reflect and echo bitter reality of modern society. 

Salute for your creativity and articulation skill to ensure emotional sensitivity in each word and event. 
I adore you my dear friend for your unique exceptional write.

A LOOK AT LIFE-43
BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

No present to live for,
no future to look forward to
I was unfolding the pages of life
to feel the beautiful moments I lived
to know the person I was
which is so alien right now.

That dilapidated building,
my wife's dream,
built on my sweat and blood
still stands there.
The delicately furnished interiors
with lots of dirt and filth now
laugh at me
telling me how wrong and futile I was
in dreaming a future 
that never came by.

The broken walls of the house,
persian carpets hanging on it
with coats of dusts remind me
how elegant once they were,
how passionately they were decorated
like a bride to welcome my son
and his newly wed.

How beautiful and fulfilling life was
the crumbling relics of which now we have,
the costly toys and beautiful gadgets
lovingly procured for our grand children
lying dead in a corner,
like us they need someone's touch
to come alive again.

Recapitulating those glorious days
and fascinating moments
completely lost I was.
Alll of a sudden
I felt someone touching my shoulder.
She was non else but
my wife with a cup of tea
passionately looking at me,
telling me with a loving smile,
'look at me, am I not your whole world?
am I not your dream, present, past and future? when I am here, why are you so sad'

copyright@smrutiranjan 15.9.2017

#Thanks and gratitude Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literay critic for your fabulous analysis of my poem 'A LOOK AT LIFE -43'.Infact your brilliant interpretation of the poem made it look more beautiful and complete

Smruti Ranjaniji,

Your poem titled"A Look At Life -43"is a poem that sheds light on the alienation and isolation experienced by old parents in the evening of their life due to them being abandoned by their grown up children,this is a horrend

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"Life is like a A LOOK-146 Life is a beautiful dream. Chase it like a mad lover before it fades and vanishes Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©"

Life is like a    A LOOK-146

Life is a beautiful dream.
Chase it like a mad lover
before it fades and vanishes

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©

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A LOOK-146

Life is a beautiful dream
Chase it like a mad lover
before it fades and vanishes.

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"#OpenPoetry SOMETHING I LOOK AT-125 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY ILLUSION Somewhere someone is dying every moment. Somewhere someone is dispossessed of his wealth for all time. Somewhere someone is praying for extra years of life. Somewhere someone is wishing the whole of the world and its wealth to be his I know life is not mine, nor the wealth and power that surrounds me Life and wealth are Your gifts, but I claim it as a matter of right. I know nothing I can possess, I can only enjoy things that come in my way for some time. But I intend to grab more and more and add to life a few agonising years when hands and legs, body and mind will be hardly under my control. I want to live till my death becomes a necessity, till I become unbearable for others, till the body language and gesture of my own tell me it should be allover as they can't carry me anymore. Today or tomorrow I will die, bid farewell to this beautiful world leaving everything behind, my wealth, power, relations and friends. None will accompany me, none will wish and dare to I see people dying, I know how transitory is pelf and power, how futile and fragile is human relationship but still, I boast of these things and wish to have them by all means. Maa! how spellbinding is your Maya, that makes me blind to reality. I forgot you, forgot the purpose of life, forgot after so many incarnations this human life not to remain engrossed in the worldly world but to move few steps ahead towards truth and eternity. Most of us revolve around your affluence, very few come out of it and know the real You that You are, the epitome of bliss, my ever caring ever loving Maa Unless and until you let me realise I am You and You are me, grace me to be at your lotus feet, to remain as Your caretaker, living every moment as you wish. Never for a minute let me feel I am the doer, let the servant remain a servant, live under Your loving shadow, doing his part in Your cosmic venture. A son is a son till he is matured I am your immature son, always in your lap forever, here and after. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved."

#OpenPoetry SOMETHING I LOOK AT-125
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

               ILLUSION

Somewhere 
someone is dying every moment.
Somewhere 
someone is dispossessed of his wealth for all time.
Somewhere 
someone is praying for extra years of life.
Somewhere
someone is wishing the whole of the world and its wealth to be his

I know life is not mine,
nor the wealth and power that surrounds me
Life and wealth are Your gifts,
but I claim it as a matter of right.
I know nothing I can possess,
I can only enjoy things that come in my way for some time.
But I intend to grab more and more 
and add to life a few agonising years when hands and legs, body and mind will be hardly under my control.
I want to live till my death becomes a necessity, till I become unbearable for others, till the body language and gesture of my own tell me it should be allover as they can't carry me anymore.
Today or tomorrow I will die, bid farewell to this beautiful world leaving everything behind, my wealth, power, relations and friends. 
None  will  accompany me, none will wish and dare to
I see people dying, 
I know how transitory is pelf and power,
how futile and fragile is human relationship
but still, I boast of these things and wish to have them by all means.

Maa! how spellbinding is your Maya,
that makes me blind to reality.
I forgot you, forgot the purpose of life,
forgot after so many incarnations this human life not to remain engrossed in the worldly world but to move few steps ahead towards truth and eternity.
Most of us revolve around your affluence,
very few come out of it and know the real You that You are, the epitome of bliss, my ever caring ever loving Maa

Unless and until you let me realise
I am You and You are me,
grace me to be at your lotus feet,
to remain as Your caretaker, living every moment as you wish.
Never for a minute let me feel I am the doer,
let the servant remain a servant, live under Your loving shadow, doing his part in Your cosmic venture.
A son is a son till he is matured 
I am your immature son, always in your lap
forever, here and after.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©
All Copyrights Reserved.

#something I LOOK AT-125
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

ILLUSION

Somewhere
someone is dying every moment.
Somewhere

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"Safar ଆଉ ଥରେ-21 ମୁଁ ଆଉ ଲେଖିବିନି କଣ ଲେଖିବି ସାମନାରେ କିଛି ସ୍ବପ୍ନ, କିଛି ସ୍ୱୀକୃତି କିଛି ଆଶା କିଛି ଆତ୍ମପ୍ରବଂଚନା ଭିତରେ ଝୁଲୁଥିବା ଜୀବନ ଭିଜା ଆଖି, ହାଡୁଆ ମୁହଁ, ଖାତା, ପେନସିଲ, ରବର ଆଉ ଅମରତ୍ୱ ପଛରେ ଧାଉଁଥିବା ବର୍ତ୍ତମାନ ଭିନ୍ନ ଏକ ସେତୁବନ୍ଧ ବାନ୍ଧିବାର ଅଦମ୍ୟ ଆକାଂକ୍ଷା ଭିତରେ ହଜିଯାଇଥିଵା ଆଦ୍ୟ ଆଷାଢ଼ର ରିମଝିମ ବର୍ଷା, ସକାଳର ଭିଜା କାକର, ମୋ ମା ହାତ ରନ୍ଧା ତାରକାରୀର ବାସ୍ନା, ମୋ ବାପଙ୍କ ଖଁ ଖଁ କାଶ, ମୋ ପିଲାର ହସ କାନ୍ଦ, ମୋ ସ୍ତ୍ରୀକୁ ଦେଇଥିବା କିଛି କେବେ ପୂରଣ ନହଉଥିବା ପ୍ରତିଶୃତି, ମୋ ବିଗତ ପ୍ରେମିକାର ବ୍ରଣଭର୍ତି ଗାଲ ଆଉ ମୋ ଗତାୟୁ ଅତୀତ, ଅନାଗତ ଭବିଷ୍ୟତ ଆଉ ପଙ୍ଗୁ ବର୍ତ୍ତମାନ ଲେଖିବାପାଇଁ ଭାରି ଇଛା କିନ୍ତୁ କଣ ଲେଖିବି ଲେଖିବା ପାଇଁ ଅଛି କଣ ଯେ ଅଧାଗଢା ମନ୍ଦିର ଆଉ ଦରଭଙ୍ଗା ମୁଖଶାଳର ଇତିହାସ ଭାଙ୍ଗିଯାଉଥିବ ସମ୍ପର୍କର ସେତୁ, ଅବକ୍ଷୟ ସାମାଜିକ ମୂଲ୍ୟବୋଧ ବଳାତ୍କାର, ବଧୂ ନିର୍ଯାତନା, ବଢ଼ି ଚାଲିଥିବା ତାପମାତ୍ରା, ଅର୍ଥନୈତିକ ପ୍ରଗତି ପାଇଁ ବଳି ପଡୁଥିବା ହଳଦିଆ ଜଙ୍ଗଲ ନା ହ୍ଵାଟ୍ସଆପରୁ ଆରମ୍ଭ ହଉଥିବା ସୁର୍ୟୋଦୟ ମଧ୍ୟ୍ୟ ରାତିର ପ୍ରେୟସୀ ର ବାହୁ ବଳୟ ଭିତରୁ ସାଉଁଟା ହଉଥିବା ପସନ୍ଦ ଆଉ ମନ୍ତବ୍ୟ ମାନଙ୍କର ମିଠା ମିଠା କାହାଣୀ ମୁଁ ଆଉ ଲେଖିବିନି ଏକ ନିଷ୍ଫଳ ଜୀବନର ଅଲୋଡ଼ା କାହାଣୀ ବରଂ ସାଉଁଟିବି ନିଜେ ନିଜକୁ ସେତୁବନ୍ଧର ମୁଠା ମୁଠା ବାଲିରୁ ମୋ ସ୍ତ୍ରୀର ନିସ୍ତେଜ ଆଖିରୁ, ମୋ ପୁଅର ଅସଂପୂର୍ଣ୍ଣ ଶୈଶବରୁ ମୋ ବାପାଙ୍କ ଅସହାୟ ବାର୍ଦ୍ଧକ୍ୟରୂ କଣ ହେବ ଆଉ ଗୋଟାଏ ରାମାୟଣ ଯେଉଁଠି ବର୍ତ୍ତମାନ ହଜିଯାଏ ଭବିଷ୍ୟତର ଘନ ଅନ୍ଧାରରେ ବାସ୍ତବତା ନିଜସ୍ୱ ହରାଏ ସ୍ତିତିହୀନ କଳ୍ପନାରେ ସ୍ମୃତି ରଞ୍ଜନ ମହାନ୍ତି©"

Safar ଆଉ ଥରେ-21 

     ମୁଁ ଆଉ  ଲେଖିବିନି 

କଣ ଲେଖିବି 
ସାମନାରେ କିଛି ସ୍ବପ୍ନ, କିଛି ସ୍ୱୀକୃତି 
କିଛି ଆଶା କିଛି ଆତ୍ମପ୍ରବଂଚନା 
ଭିତରେ ଝୁଲୁଥିବା  ଜୀବନ 
ଭିଜା ଆଖି, ହାଡୁଆ ମୁହଁ, ଖାତା, ପେନସିଲ,  ରବର 
ଆଉ ଅମରତ୍ୱ ପଛରେ ଧାଉଁଥିବା ବର୍ତ୍ତମାନ 
ଭିନ୍ନ ଏକ ସେତୁବନ୍ଧ ବାନ୍ଧିବାର ଅଦମ୍ୟ ଆକାଂକ୍ଷା ଭିତରେ  ହଜିଯାଇଥିଵା ଆଦ୍ୟ ଆଷାଢ଼ର  ରିମଝିମ ବର୍ଷା, ସକାଳର ଭିଜା କାକର, ମୋ ମା ହାତ ରନ୍ଧା ତାରକାରୀର ବାସ୍ନା, ମୋ ବାପଙ୍କ ଖଁ ଖଁ କାଶ,  ମୋ ପିଲାର ହସ କାନ୍ଦ, ମୋ ସ୍ତ୍ରୀକୁ  ଦେଇଥିବା  କିଛି କେବେ ପୂରଣ ନହଉଥିବା ପ୍ରତିଶୃତି, ମୋ ବିଗତ ପ୍ରେମିକାର ବ୍ରଣଭର୍ତି ଗାଲ 
ଆଉ ମୋ ଗତାୟୁ ଅତୀତ, ଅନାଗତ ଭବିଷ୍ୟତ ଆଉ ପଙ୍ଗୁ ବର୍ତ୍ତମାନ 

ଲେଖିବାପାଇଁ ଭାରି ଇଛା 
କିନ୍ତୁ କଣ ଲେଖିବି 
ଲେଖିବା ପାଇଁ ଅଛି କଣ ଯେ 
ଅଧାଗଢା ମନ୍ଦିର ଆଉ ଦରଭଙ୍ଗା ମୁଖଶାଳର ଇତିହାସ 
ଭାଙ୍ଗିଯାଉଥିବ ସମ୍ପର୍କର ସେତୁ, ଅବକ୍ଷୟ ସାମାଜିକ ମୂଲ୍ୟବୋଧ 
ବଳାତ୍କାର, ବଧୂ ନିର୍ଯାତନା, ବଢ଼ି ଚାଲିଥିବା ତାପମାତ୍ରା,  ଅର୍ଥନୈତିକ ପ୍ରଗତି ପାଇଁ ବଳି ପଡୁଥିବା ହଳଦିଆ ଜଙ୍ଗଲ 
ନା ହ୍ଵାଟ୍ସଆପରୁ ଆରମ୍ଭ ହଉଥିବା ସୁର୍ୟୋଦୟ
ମଧ୍ୟ୍ୟ ରାତିର ପ୍ରେୟସୀ ର ବାହୁ ବଳୟ ଭିତରୁ ସାଉଁଟା ହଉଥିବା  ପସନ୍ଦ ଆଉ ମନ୍ତବ୍ୟ ମାନଙ୍କର ମିଠା ମିଠା କାହାଣୀ 

ମୁଁ ଆଉ ଲେଖିବିନି 
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"Here is the critical appreciation of my poem 'A LOOK AT LIFE-42' by Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic in his own words. Thanks and gratitude sir for your wonderful analysis of the poem in beautiful words Dear Smruti Ranjaniji, Your poem titled"A Look At Life-42" is a poem that brings into the forefront the salient features concerning life that we all need to practice in our day to day life.This life is to be a life that must be offered to others in selfless manner and services.We need to live our lives without expecting any reward from any quarters,we need to shed our desires so that we can be kept away from unhappiness all throughout our lives.If we engage in sharing than receiving in our lives,that can do us a world of good,we are subtly unhappy because we are more interested in receiving than giving freely to our fellow human beings.The funny thing about us human beings is that we are unhappy when we come to know about the happiness of our fellow human beings,this is the most selfish attitude of us human beings.We human beings all throughout our lives think about others,in fact we are so obsessed with what others do,as a result of which we often loose our peace of mind,we humans also have this imitation culture wherein we are so much interested in following others footsteps than having self-confidence attitude regarding our own personalities,talents,abilities and potentialities.If we are not happy about the successes of others,we can't be happy at all at any rate,we should have an open mindset to accept others joy and their successes in life,then only life will be a worthwhile thing indeed.To make matters worse,we live all throughout our lives with an attitude of jealous nature which can be very toxic and poisonous to ourselves in the long run.Let us all drive away our self-centred attitude and then come into the realm of love stock,block and barrel and every step of the way to lead a happy and contented life.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature. Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil,The Head of the English Department,Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 15th September 2017. A LOOK AT LIFE-42 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The beauty of life he knows who lives it for others the feel of charity he feels who shares his food with another and remains hungry as such the pleasure of giving he relishes who gives without a condition expecting nothing in reciprocation The less you live for yourself and more for others the more you live for yourself your little drops of love, affection sacrifice and concern go a long way and fetch you the ocean in return You are not unhappy as such you are not happy because you think others are more happy and that happiness of others is what disturbs you makes you unhappy Most of the life you live thinking about others their affluence and achievement and others are always in your focus and agenda you are so obsessed and preoccupied with others, hardly any time left for your own development you compare yourself with others and feel sad and carry that sadness with you and distribute it among others and make them sad you are more concerned with what you do not have and forget the fact that God has endowed you enough to make you happy and contented you are not happy as you are you want to be somebody else You can not be happy unless you enjoy others happiness and fee their pangs of sorrow you will remain with an agitated mind and a pair of jealous eyes till the very end You live the whole of our life nurturing jealousy and hatred which gives you nothing expect lots of heart burning pain and mental agony you are to think and reassess for still some time is left still you have it in you to make a rich harvest and live the rest of life with lots of common sense Live life to the full let love be your only language and religion, the whole world your family be with others in their moments of happiness and sorrow the whole world will be yours you will have that satisfaction, peace and tranquility of mind till now eluding your grasp a yogi's dream which a man committed to naked self interest can hardly fathom copyright@ smrutiranjan12.9.2017"

Here is the critical appreciation of my poem
'A LOOK AT LIFE-42' by Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic in his own words. Thanks and gratitude sir for your wonderful analysis of the poem in beautiful words

Dear Smruti Ranjaniji,

Your poem titled"A Look At Life-42" is a poem that brings into the forefront the salient features concerning life that we all need to practice in our day to day life.This life is to be a life that must be offered to others in selfless manner and services.We need to live our lives without expecting any reward from any quarters,we need to shed our desires so that we can be kept away from unhappiness all throughout our lives.If we engage in sharing than receiving in our lives,that can do us a world of good,we are subtly unhappy because we are more interested in receiving than giving freely to our fellow human beings.The funny thing about us human beings is that we are unhappy when we come to know about the happiness of our fellow human beings,this is the most selfish attitude of us human beings.We human beings all throughout our lives think about others,in fact we are so obsessed with what others do,as a result of which we often loose our peace of mind,we humans also have this imitation culture wherein we are so much interested in following others footsteps than having self-confidence attitude regarding our own personalities,talents,abilities and potentialities.If we are not happy about the successes of others,we can't be happy at all at any rate,we should have an open mindset to accept others joy and their successes in life,then only life will be a worthwhile thing indeed.To make matters worse,we live all throughout our lives with an attitude of jealous nature which can be very toxic and poisonous to ourselves in the long run.Let us all drive away our self-centred attitude and then come into the realm of love stock,block and barrel and every step of the way to lead a happy and contented life.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature.

Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil,The Head of the English Department,Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights
 Reserved@ On 15th September 2017.

A LOOK AT LIFE-42
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

The beauty of life 
he knows who lives it for others
the feel of charity he feels who
shares his food with another 
and remains hungry as such
the pleasure of giving he relishes
who gives without a condition
expecting nothing in reciprocation

The less you live for yourself
and more for others
the more you live for yourself
your little drops of love, affection
sacrifice and concern go a long way
and fetch you the ocean in return

You are not unhappy as such
you are not happy because you think
others are more happy and that
happiness of others is what disturbs you
makes you unhappy

Most of the life
you live thinking about others
their affluence and achievement
and others are always in your
focus and  agenda
you are so obsessed and preoccupied with others, hardly any time left
for your own development
you compare yourself with others and feel sad
and carry that sadness with you
and distribute it among others
and make them sad
you are more concerned with 
what you do not have and forget the fact that God has endowed you enough  to make you happy and contented
you are not happy as you are
you want to be somebody else

You can not be happy
unless you enjoy others happiness
and fee their pangs of sorrow
you will remain with an agitated mind
and a pair of jealous eyes
till the very end

You live the whole of our life
nurturing jealousy and hatred
which gives you nothing expect
lots of heart burning
pain and mental agony 
you are to think and reassess
for still some time is left
still you have it in you
to make a rich harvest and live
the rest of life with lots of common sense

Live life to the full
let love be your only language
and religion, the whole world your family
be with others in their moments
of happiness and sorrow
the whole world will be yours
you will have that satisfaction, peace
and tranquility of mind
till now eluding your grasp 
a yogi's dream
which a man committed to 
naked self interest
can hardly fathom

copyright@ smrutiranjan12.9.2017

#here is the critical appreciation of my poem
'A LOOK AT LIFE-42' by Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic in his own words. Thanks and gratitude sir for your wonderful analysis of the poem in beautiful words

Dear Smruti Ranjaniji,

Your poem titled"A Look At Life-42" is a poem that brings into the forefront the salient features concerning life that we all need to practice in our day to day life.This life is to be a life that must be offered to o

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