White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-291 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY What you say yours is not yours. It is mine, exclusively mine. How can I be an alien to my feelings, my emotions, my anxiety and fear, cheer and tear. I understand the language of your heart, listen to its beats, blend and rhyme with it. It is my heart not yours I know where it aches. How can I ignore the pain, remain indifferent to it, turn a deaf ear to my aching soul and dreaming eyes I feel your feelings Know not how to respond in a world that is unlike you and me. The difference is so much, at least I need one more birth to bridge up Something holds me back. Sometimes my conscience, sometimes my situation and upbringing, but in most of the times, it is me who come on my way. Not so easy to come out of the trap. Not easy to feel blood rushing in your veins when your best is already past Sometimes I think let me silently wither away to come as the man of your choice who deserves you, your love like no one else. My love, will you relish it if I do not remain myself, become someone else with whom my surroundings may not identify? Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 21.20.2023 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2023/10/something-i-look-at-291.html https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2023/10/21/something-i-look-at-291/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-291 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY What you say yours is not yours. It is mine, exclusively mine. How can I be an alien to my feelings, my emotions, my anxiety and fear, cheer and tear. I understand the language of your heart, listen to its beats, blend and rhyme with it. It is my heart not yours I know where it aches. How can I ignore the pain, remain indifferent to it, turn a deaf ear to my aching soul and dreaming eyes I feel your feelings Know not how to respond in a world that is unlike you and me. The difference is so much, at least I need one more birth to bridge up Something holds me back. Sometimes my conscience, sometimes my situation and upbringing, but in most of the times, it is me who come on my way. Not so easy to come out of the trap. Not easy to feel blood rushing in your veins when your best is already past Sometimes I think let me silently wither away to come as the man of your choice who deserves you, your love like no one else. My love, will you relish it if I do not remain myself, become someone else with whom my surroundings may not identify? Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 21.20.2023 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2023/10/something-i-look-at-291.html https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2023/10/21/something-i-look-at-291/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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