A Look -402 Poem by Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

A LOOK-402

No regrets,
no one understood me.
My only regret—
you too could not get me.

Maybe,
I could not make myself understood.
Some feelings arrive without
without a word,
remain unfelt and unheard
and wait all their life
at closed doors.

Perhaps,
silence translated me wrongly,
and my unsent truths
kept fading between the lines.

No regrets—
only a quiet ache
that even you
could not hear my silence.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty
India
15.5.2026
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