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White A LOOK AT LIFE-27 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I am not just too old To look forward to life Its beauty and grandeur I am not young enough either To be in any one's dream Or anyone to be in mine Life was spent in vain In weaving and fulfilling Dreams of others I realized it But late When half the life Was in the ashtray I know How painful and agonizing It is To carry the burden Of hopes and aspirations Which are not yours How foolish it is to expect Your unrealised dreams realised Through someone else How difficult It is to walk on the path of life Losing and forgetting One's identity,whims and fancies Beyond a limit Man is all alone For he fancies the most To live in his secluded world So different from His loved ones I am not the one To confine to a solitary asylum Or to live in a fool's paradise Brooding over the past I know The new sun,fresh and lively Is about to rise on the horizon And I am For the first time Not under any one's spell With all my freedom and detachment Let me cherish all that is true and beautiful And look at life Its splendor and elegance Once more copyright@smruti ranjan 23.2.2o16 ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #Thinking A LOOK AT LIFE-27 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I am not just too old To look forward to life Its beauty and grandeur I am not youn

White A LOOK AT LIFE-27 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I am not just too old To look forward to life Its beauty and grandeur I am not young enough either To be in any one's dream Or anyone to be in mine Life was spent in vain In weaving and fulfilling Dreams of others I realized it But late When half the life Was in the ashtray I know How painful and agonizing It is To carry the burden Of hopes and aspirations Which are not yours How foolish it is to expect Your unrealised dreams realised Through someone else How difficult It is to walk on the path of life Losing and forgetting One's identity,whims and fancies Beyond a limit Man is all alone For he fancies the most To live in his secluded world So different from His loved ones I am not the one To confine to a solitary asylum Or to live in a fool's paradise Brooding over the past I know The new sun,fresh and lively Is about to rise on the horizon And I am For the first time Not under any one's spell With all my freedom and detachment Let me cherish all that is true and beautiful And look at life Its splendor and elegance Once more copyright@smruti ranjan 23.2.2o16 ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #Thinking A LOOK AT LIFE-27 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I am not just too old To look forward to life Its beauty and grandeur I am not youn

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White “Whoever fasts Ramadan with faith and seeking reward, his past sins will be forgiven.” – (Bukhari & Muslim) ©@ytshortsdunia “Whoever fasts Ramadan with faith and seeking reward, his past sins will be forgiven.” – (Bukhari & Muslim) #Nojoto

White “Whoever fasts Ramadan with faith and seeking reward, his past sins will be forgiven.” – (Bukhari & Muslim) ©@ytshortsdunia “Whoever fasts Ramadan with faith and seeking reward, his past sins will be forgiven.” – (Bukhari & Muslim) #Nojoto

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I wrote this about three years ago At seven am There's very little sound outside Traffic heard in the distance Noise made from workers nearby They must be very cold right now But they are braving it somehow Sounds of coyotes were quite loud Only lasted only a few seconds Now gone but it was very eerie They and the foxes roam at night A photo would be good alright Pushing of the snow by the trucks Loading it up to haul away To take it outside of town When it begins to thaw and melt It drips and runs off somewhere else The birds I can hear are waking up To start their morning songs Chirping they all take turns Singing melodies of their love Just like the pretty morning dove ©Schizology At seven am #sevenam #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Random

I wrote this about three years ago At seven am There's very little sound outside Traffic heard in the distance Noise made from workers nearby They must be very cold right now But they are braving it somehow Sounds of coyotes were quite loud Only lasted only a few seconds Now gone but it was very eerie They and the foxes roam at night A photo would be good alright Pushing of the snow by the trucks Loading it up to haul away To take it outside of town When it begins to thaw and melt It drips and runs off somewhere else The birds I can hear are waking up To start their morning songs Chirping they all take turns Singing melodies of their love Just like the pretty morning dove ©Schizology At seven am #sevenam #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Random