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Smruti Ranjan Mohanty
White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-326 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY It happens. Does not matter if you are in the twenties or seventies, it just happens irrespective of your wish and choice It knows not who is on the other side, maybe the moon or a star in the distant sky. It never takes into account the gap between you and the object of your love It happens and you get drowned before you know where you are. It spares none It comes alike to the old and young, makes one blind to reality, takes him away to an unknown island surrounded by water from all sides. The more it casts its spell the more you get drowned and lose yourself in the infinite bliss that surrounds you. You prefer to be in the prison, a beautiful prison out of which you never wish to come out It may be a beautiful man or woman, an idea, a flower, a passion the spellbinding beauty of nature, a promise to keep or a commitment to live for, maybe the pet at your home. Love happens irrespective of your wish and desire, where and how you are and where and how your love is Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_qoute SOMETHING I LOOK AT-326 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY It happens. Does not matter if you are in the twenties or seventies, it just
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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