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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-385 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY You called me first but I came late, A hesitant reaction, cold as fate. The summer sun and winter rain, Made the flower wilt in pain. But on a spring morning, bright and clear, Golden petals of love drew near. Under the sky, so vast and blue, I fell for the flower—pure and true. My love for it knew no worldly claim, No fleeting passion, no selfish aim. I longed to see it dance with ease, In the cool breeze of eternal peace. But the flower turned its gaze away, Chasing my shadow at the break of day. Why seek the lifeless, void of grace, When vibrant beauty stood in place? And then it vanished from my view, Leaving me caught, unsure what’s true. In Trishanku's heaven, I linger and yearn, Hoping the flower, one day, will return. I hope one day you’ll open the gate, And let my vision seal its fate. I trust in my love, pure and true, To see you once more before life bids adieu. Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #GoodNight SOMETHING I LOOK AT-385 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY You called me first but I came late, A hesitant reaction, cold as fate. The su

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-385 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY You called me first but I came late, A hesitant reaction, cold as fate. The summer sun and winter rain, Made the flower wilt in pain. But on a spring morning, bright and clear, Golden petals of love drew near. Under the sky, so vast and blue, I fell for the flower—pure and true. My love for it knew no worldly claim, No fleeting passion, no selfish aim. I longed to see it dance with ease, In the cool breeze of eternal peace. But the flower turned its gaze away, Chasing my shadow at the break of day. Why seek the lifeless, void of grace, When vibrant beauty stood in place? And then it vanished from my view, Leaving me caught, unsure what’s true. In Trishanku's heaven, I linger and yearn, Hoping the flower, one day, will return. I hope one day you’ll open the gate, And let my vision seal its fate. I trust in my love, pure and true, To see you once more before life bids adieu. Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #GoodNight SOMETHING I LOOK AT-385 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY You called me first but I came late, A hesitant reaction, cold as fate. The su

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-385 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY You called me first but I came late, A hesitant reaction, cold as fate. The summer sun and winter rain, Made the flower wilt in pain. But on a spring morning, bright and clear, Golden petals of love drew near. Under the sky, so vast and blue, I fell for the flower—pure and true. My love for it knew no worldly claim, No fleeting passion, no selfish aim. I longed to see it dance with ease, In the cool breeze of eternal peace. But the flower turned its gaze away, Chasing my shadow at the break of day. Why seek the lifeless, void of grace, When vibrant beauty stood in place? And then it vanished from my view, Leaving me caught, unsure what’s true. In Trishanku's heaven, I linger and yearn, Hoping the flower, one day, will return. I hope one day you’ll open the gate, And let my vision seal its fate. I trust in my love, pure and true, To see you once more before life bids adieu. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 27.1.2025 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2025/01/i-look-at-385-by-smruti-ranjan-mohanty.html https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2025/01/27/something-i-look-at-385/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty SOMETHING I LOOK AT-385 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY You called me first but I came late, A hesitant reaction, cold as fate. The summer sun a

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-385 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY You called me first but I came late, A hesitant reaction, cold as fate. The summer sun and winter rain, Made the flower wilt in pain. But on a spring morning, bright and clear, Golden petals of love drew near. Under the sky, so vast and blue, I fell for the flower—pure and true. My love for it knew no worldly claim, No fleeting passion, no selfish aim. I longed to see it dance with ease, In the cool breeze of eternal peace. But the flower turned its gaze away, Chasing my shadow at the break of day. Why seek the lifeless, void of grace, When vibrant beauty stood in place? And then it vanished from my view, Leaving me caught, unsure what’s true. In Trishanku's heaven, I linger and yearn, Hoping the flower, one day, will return. I hope one day you’ll open the gate, And let my vision seal its fate. I trust in my love, pure and true, To see you once more before life bids adieu. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 27.1.2025 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2025/01/i-look-at-385-by-smruti-ranjan-mohanty.html https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2025/01/27/something-i-look-at-385/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty SOMETHING I LOOK AT-385 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY You called me first but I came late, A hesitant reaction, cold as fate. The summer sun a

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green-leaves Redamancy He is a shooter, I am a writer. He has guns, I have pens. He has bullets, I have roses. He kills people, I save lives. He takes revenge, I forgive people. He makes people bow down to him,I don't bow down to anyone. He scares people with his strength,I make people aware with my words. He looks at me, I ignore him. He is an enemy, I am a friend. He spreads hatred, I spread love. He takes lives, I give lives. He lives in darkness, I live in light. He loves me, I hate him. He is ready to die for me,I refuse to live for him. He wants to make me his own,I want to save my freedom. He wants to bind me in his love,I want to find freedom in my words. He loves the red color of blood,I love the red color of love. He is a wild lion, I am a cuckoo. He roars, I sing. He likes the sound of gunfire , I prefer the sound of silence. How will this love story begin... ©Divya Shrotriya #Love #Impossible #him #Blood #poem metaphysical poetry Extraterrestrial life

green-leaves Redamancy He is a shooter, I am a writer. He has guns, I have pens. He has bullets, I have roses. He kills people, I save lives. He takes revenge, I forgive people. He makes people bow down to him,I don't bow down to anyone. He scares people with his strength,I make people aware with my words. He looks at me, I ignore him. He is an enemy, I am a friend. He spreads hatred, I spread love. He takes lives, I give lives. He lives in darkness, I live in light. He loves me, I hate him. He is ready to die for me,I refuse to live for him. He wants to make me his own,I want to save my freedom. He wants to bind me in his love,I want to find freedom in my words. He loves the red color of blood,I love the red color of love. He is a wild lion, I am a cuckoo. He roars, I sing. He likes the sound of gunfire , I prefer the sound of silence. How will this love story begin... ©Divya Shrotriya #Love #Impossible #him #Blood #poem metaphysical poetry Extraterrestrial life

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White In the garden where our whispers bloom, Love's gentle light dispels the gloom. Soft echoes dance in the evening air, Two hearts entwined, a bond so rare. Every glance a story, every smile a rhyme, In your eyes, I find the magic of time. With every heartbeat, a promise we share, In the tapestry of dreams, we weave our care. ©Sunita Pathania #love_shayari #heartsentwined #sunitapathania #Whispers #Blood #tapestryofdreams #Promise #lovepoem #Nojoto #nojotoenglish

White In the garden where our whispers bloom, Love's gentle light dispels the gloom. Soft echoes dance in the evening air, Two hearts entwined, a bond so rare. Every glance a story, every smile a rhyme, In your eyes, I find the magic of time. With every heartbeat, a promise we share, In the tapestry of dreams, we weave our care. ©Sunita Pathania #love_shayari #heartsentwined #sunitapathania #Whispers #Blood #tapestryofdreams #Promise #lovepoem #Nojoto #nojotoenglish

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