A Look -405 Poem by Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

A LOOK-405

Your Palm

When I look at your palm
it seems as if I am seeing a dancing lotus
under the morning sun,
a grand spectacle
holding the quiet wonder of a rainbow
on a rain-soaked morning.

It is tender like a moonbeam
silently touching still water,
with the soft allure
of a crimson lily in bloom.

The more I look at it,
the more I fail to remain myself—
as if some forgotten tenderness
returns quietly to my soul.

For me, your palm
is a beautiful poem composed
with the finest of emotions,
like the whisper of youth and grace.

And yet, beyond its beauty,
there lives a strange kindness in it.

In it I smell
the fragrance of unspoken love,
the patience of unseen hands
that shaped it with golden care
and endless affection.

When you place your palm
on those who deserve it,
it becomes a salvation for them
from want and misery,
like shade to a weary traveller
crossing the desert of life,
or a cool touch on a grieving forehead.

For me,
your palm is the finest melody of love,
one the heart remembers
even after silence returns—
still glowing like a dancing lotus
under the morning sun.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©
India
25.5.2026
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