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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-26 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY How far away i am from me and my dreams miles and miles away my childhood those glorious days and fascinating nights mother's lap and father's shadow the scenic beauty of nature and fulfilling life Gone are the days of carefree life and blissful living gone is the world of fairies and ghosts no more i feel on my head father's hand and mother's touch no more i hear that raining sound in the distant forest no more i look forward to life and its beauty no more i play with paper boats And sail across my dream world To feel life, its warmth and colours I long for those moments the chill winter night the symphony of ceaseless rain the never ending stories of grandpa the flavour of moist soil sweet aroma of wild flowers and long bare footed walk to the school under the scorching heat of sun and shower I cherish that carefree and contented life the limitless joy i had when i shared whatever little i had with each and everyone die for those moments which we lived for each other showering our love and affection expecting nothing in return With lantern light no means of communication and very little to spend life was difficult yet so captivating and full of colours With all the comforts and luxuries how futile and meaningless today's life is with no time for self love and reciprocation i feel alien to myself and look for that real i, the innocent child lost somewhere in childhood and its innocence copyright @ smruti ranjan 16.2.17 ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #GoodMorning SOMETHING I LOOK AT-26 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY How far away i am from me and my dreams miles and miles away my childhood thos

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-26 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY How far away i am from me and my dreams miles and miles away my childhood those glorious days and fascinating nights mother's lap and father's shadow the scenic beauty of nature and fulfilling life Gone are the days of carefree life and blissful living gone is the world of fairies and ghosts no more i feel on my head father's hand and mother's touch no more i hear that raining sound in the distant forest no more i look forward to life and its beauty no more i play with paper boats And sail across my dream world To feel life, its warmth and colours I long for those moments the chill winter night the symphony of ceaseless rain the never ending stories of grandpa the flavour of moist soil sweet aroma of wild flowers and long bare footed walk to the school under the scorching heat of sun and shower I cherish that carefree and contented life the limitless joy i had when i shared whatever little i had with each and everyone die for those moments which we lived for each other showering our love and affection expecting nothing in return With lantern light no means of communication and very little to spend life was difficult yet so captivating and full of colours With all the comforts and luxuries how futile and meaningless today's life is with no time for self love and reciprocation i feel alien to myself and look for that real i, the innocent child lost somewhere in childhood and its innocence copyright @ smruti ranjan 16.2.17 ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #GoodMorning SOMETHING I LOOK AT-26 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY How far away i am from me and my dreams miles and miles away my childhood thos

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Every grain on your plate tells a story of sweat, soil, and selfless dedication. Honor the farmers whose tireless efforts nourish our lives and dreams. ©Srinivas Every grain on your plate tells a story of sweat, soil, and selfless dedication. Honor the farmers whose tireless efforts nourish our lives

Every grain on your plate tells a story of sweat, soil, and selfless dedication. Honor the farmers whose tireless efforts nourish our lives and dreams. ©Srinivas Every grain on your plate tells a story of sweat, soil, and selfless dedication. Honor the farmers whose tireless efforts nourish our lives

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White Like a humid soil Of no place In no where My space is kind To embrace roots Of a flower It can be a she Or seeds of my own Determination I am a different frequenceer And belong behind the Lone mountains Where i still take My youth to escape The currents of unloved caresses. ©Sup_holster soil #sad_quotes

White Like a humid soil Of no place In no where My space is kind To embrace roots Of a flower It can be a she Or seeds of my own Determination I am a different frequenceer And belong behind the Lone mountains Where i still take My youth to escape The currents of unloved caresses. ©Sup_holster soil #sad_quotes

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White Like a humid soil Of no place In no where My space is kind To embrace roots Of a flower It can be a she Or seeds of my own Determination I am a different frequenceer And belong behind the Lone mountains Where i still take My youth to escape The currents of unloved caresses. ©Sup_holster soil #sad_quotes

White Like a humid soil Of no place In no where My space is kind To embrace roots Of a flower It can be a she Or seeds of my own Determination I am a different frequenceer And belong behind the Lone mountains Where i still take My youth to escape The currents of unloved caresses. ©Sup_holster soil #sad_quotes