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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-118 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MY FATHER The word that touches me hard and closest to my heart is father. The word that is music to my ear, the divine Onkar is my father. The word that runs in each drop of my blood, the word my tongue so eager to utter is my father The man, my whole being die to visualize, the voice of whom my ears avid to listen is none else but my father. The man who is larger than life, the picture of confidence, the epitome of love and sacrifice is my father The man who has done no wrong, whose very presence inspires confidence is my father. The teacher who loved his students more than his kids and for whom his students are his sons by culture is my father. I was his son by birth, but he never told me whether I could become his son by culture. I know not How come I am alive, when you, my idol is no more. How I am fighting against all odds, the vagaries of life, the turbulent sea, the violent weather when the able navigator is no more. You have not died. Fathers never die, remain alive as a feeling and consciousness, and that is what guides me in every step. You know what you mean to me, to the people who know you, and you are still in the heart of our hearts, showing the way, guiding us to perfection. When I fumble, I always find you behind the back patting my shoulder, murmuring in the ear, "My child! I am here, always with you forever" Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-118 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MY FATHER The word that touches me hard and closest to my hear

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-118 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MY FATHER The word that touches me hard and closest to my heart is father. The word that is music to my ear, the divine Onkar is my father. The word that runs in each drop of my blood, the word my tongue so eager to utter is my father The man, my whole being die to visualize, the voice of whom my ears avid to listen is none else but my father. The man who is larger than life, the picture of confidence, the epitome of love and sacrifice is my father The man who has done no wrong, whose very presence inspires confidence is my father. The teacher who loved his students more than his kids and for whom his students are his sons by culture is my father. I was his son by birth, but he never told me whether I could become his son by culture. I know not How come I am alive, when you, my idol is no more. How I am fighting against all odds, the vagaries of life, the turbulent sea, the violent weather when the able navigator is no more. You have not died. Fathers never die, remain alive as a feeling and consciousness, and that is what guides me in every step. You know what you mean to me, to the people who know you, and you are still in the heart of our hearts, showing the way, guiding us to perfection. When I fumble, I always find you behind the back patting my shoulder, murmuring in the ear, "My child! I am here, always with you forever" Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #love_shayari SOMETHING I LOOK AT-118 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MY FATHER The word that touches me hard and closest to my hear

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My hope was not broken by your unfaithfulness, my hope was broken when strangers told me and I heard about you. ©Unfaithful_j_بےوفا #unfaithful_j_بےوفا My hope was not broken by your unfaithfulness, my hope was broken when strangers told me and I heard about you.

My hope was not broken by your unfaithfulness, my hope was broken when strangers told me and I heard about you. ©Unfaithful_j_بےوفا #unfaithful_j_بےوفا My hope was not broken by your unfaithfulness, my hope was broken when strangers told me and I heard about you.

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MY MOTHER-8 Today is your day my mother But with me you are no more For the first time, I am in a sea of sorrow Searching for you hither and thither Finding you nowhere except in my tears Tell me my mother! How to find those feet turned into ashes, Mingled in oblivion to offer flowers of my love. I know not whether you reciprocate My feelings, emotions and adoration But I venture to write something It has been my habit since years Let me gather you from the whole of the universe And put my heart at the feet of yours When I was a child You told me stories of the scriptures Every woman is an incarnation of the divine mother. You always insisted to see your replica in women Not to look at her with a guilty mind And faulty conscience These are your words sacred The foundation of life From which I hadly deviated Hope there will be any deviation The way you groomed your grandchildren They will carry the legacy forward With character and conviction My mother! Help me to accomplish your wishes Without Lord Krishna The Gandiva of Arjun was meaningless Bless us to renovate Our village house built on my father's sweat Serve our family deity Lord Basudev with love and devotion Gurudev and three temples built by my father great As you wished With our village, we will stay connected All the rituals and festivals will be as before All those you loved will be in my eye Leave no stones unturned to justify your blood Flowing in me Your statue will be by my father's side Where we will sit and seek your blessings Everything will be as usual But life will be never as before I know for sure You are in another form In a different dimension Merged in the divine mother Since Maa Kali has absorbed you She will be with me as my mother So also all the mothers In every nook and corner In every spring and winter Rain and summer Every day and night, minute and second I will be in the lap of you my mother divine My mother! I have seen you in all And all in you I hope my mothers all over will never let me down Bless me! I will have no problem in identifying BOU! ACCEPT MY AGONY AND TEARS THE WAY YOU ACCEPTED MY SMILE AND LOVE Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #akshaya_tritiya_2024 MY MOTHER-8 Today is your day my mother But with me you are no more For the first time, I am in a sea of sorrow Sea

MY MOTHER-8 Today is your day my mother But with me you are no more For the first time, I am in a sea of sorrow Searching for you hither and thither Finding you nowhere except in my tears Tell me my mother! How to find those feet turned into ashes, Mingled in oblivion to offer flowers of my love. I know not whether you reciprocate My feelings, emotions and adoration But I venture to write something It has been my habit since years Let me gather you from the whole of the universe And put my heart at the feet of yours When I was a child You told me stories of the scriptures Every woman is an incarnation of the divine mother. You always insisted to see your replica in women Not to look at her with a guilty mind And faulty conscience These are your words sacred The foundation of life From which I hadly deviated Hope there will be any deviation The way you groomed your grandchildren They will carry the legacy forward With character and conviction My mother! Help me to accomplish your wishes Without Lord Krishna The Gandiva of Arjun was meaningless Bless us to renovate Our village house built on my father's sweat Serve our family deity Lord Basudev with love and devotion Gurudev and three temples built by my father great As you wished With our village, we will stay connected All the rituals and festivals will be as before All those you loved will be in my eye Leave no stones unturned to justify your blood Flowing in me Your statue will be by my father's side Where we will sit and seek your blessings Everything will be as usual But life will be never as before I know for sure You are in another form In a different dimension Merged in the divine mother Since Maa Kali has absorbed you She will be with me as my mother So also all the mothers In every nook and corner In every spring and winter Rain and summer Every day and night, minute and second I will be in the lap of you my mother divine My mother! I have seen you in all And all in you I hope my mothers all over will never let me down Bless me! I will have no problem in identifying BOU! ACCEPT MY AGONY AND TEARS THE WAY YOU ACCEPTED MY SMILE AND LOVE Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #akshaya_tritiya_2024 MY MOTHER-8 Today is your day my mother But with me you are no more For the first time, I am in a sea of sorrow Sea

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White Composed five days after the departure of my mother. MY MOTHER-5 ମୋ ବୋଉ Present too much to bear Future not in vision Past is my only resort Where lies the beauty of your touch My life and love with all its colours My mother! come near Take me in your lap Touch me, touch my body and mind Tell me a story, I will be in your land of wonder Don't leave me alone, be with me I want to bathe in your love once more I was told When I was a kid of some months and years In one side was Yama, Lord of death On the other side you my loving mother The tug of war was for years You made your days and nights speak Without caring for your bare needs The Lord of death had to run away And your unmatched love and commitment Brought me safe from the jaws of death. You were on medicine and surgery With an ailing heart and dwindling brain You had been fighting against multiple ailments For twenty-seven years You fought like a lioness against the tigress With equal ease and smile on lips In your last battle For the first time, I was not with you Is it the reason my maa For which you had given up And the Lord of death got the better of you? Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #emotional_sad_shayari Composed five days after the departure of my mother. MY MOTHER-5 ମୋ ବୋଉ Present too much to

White Composed five days after the departure of my mother. MY MOTHER-5 ମୋ ବୋଉ Present too much to bear Future not in vision Past is my only resort Where lies the beauty of your touch My life and love with all its colours My mother! come near Take me in your lap Touch me, touch my body and mind Tell me a story, I will be in your land of wonder Don't leave me alone, be with me I want to bathe in your love once more I was told When I was a kid of some months and years In one side was Yama, Lord of death On the other side you my loving mother The tug of war was for years You made your days and nights speak Without caring for your bare needs The Lord of death had to run away And your unmatched love and commitment Brought me safe from the jaws of death. You were on medicine and surgery With an ailing heart and dwindling brain You had been fighting against multiple ailments For twenty-seven years You fought like a lioness against the tigress With equal ease and smile on lips In your last battle For the first time, I was not with you Is it the reason my maa For which you had given up And the Lord of death got the better of you? Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #emotional_sad_shayari Composed five days after the departure of my mother. MY MOTHER-5 ମୋ ବୋଉ Present too much to