White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-137
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY
A LOOK AT ME
Don't call me a poet
I am not one.
How can I be
with so much ego, hatred and jealousy?
How can I be one
when I don't have the eyes to see good in others, a heart to reciprocate and a mind to acknowledge truth and beauty
How can someone be
who does not enjoy other's success,
an island in himself who has not seen anything beyond the blue sea.
One whose sun rises and sets,
the day begins and
night descends only for himself
can hardly be a poet.
Being an epitome of negativity in all its forms
I only faithfully reflect myself,
my selfishness, prejudice and
malice for the rest.
If poetry is reflecting
the society for its betterment
what betterment I am doing except propagating and projecting myself
I need at least one more birth to love and understand poetry, appreciate others
and many more births to realise,
there is absolutely no difference
I and my focus of jealousness are the same
Smruti Ranjan Mohanty
©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty
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