Review Of My Poem Something I Look At -94 Poem by Smrui Ranjan Mohanty

Thanks and gratitude to eminent poet and literary critic Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil and Prof Sir Mohan Patnaik for writing critical appreciation on my poem 'THE BEAUTY OF LOVE'. Thank you so much adorable literary luminaries for your presence and wonderful words of appreciation. I am honoured.

Smrutiji,

Your poem titled"The Beauty of Love"is a poem that takes the emotion of love into the domain of sum and substance.The concept of love does have two extremes of joy and sorrow happening to it one after the other.The person who is bitten by the love bugs remains in the whirlpool of emotional turmoil.When, the mind is lost in the wilderness of love, nothing affects the self in any way and at any rate.The love characterised here does have no sign of abating and it is not ridden with guilt whatsoever.The freshness of this love is everlasting and eternal and it does not budge an inch in terms of its practice and existence.The problems, worries and tensions born out of love can not dampen it rather it goes on in a relentless and restless manner.The true love that is inculcated is etched in the memory forever.The love envisaged here is beyond space and time.Kudos to you for composing such a fabulous poem spelling out the evergreen stance associated with love.

Cijo Joseph Chennelil.
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On 22nd December 2018.

Review by Prof Mohan Patnaik

Overwhelming Smruti Babu. Can't add a line more to it. I feel I were at ninety-four taking with me all these to feel how feeble is love that has neither dream nor desire Unique one from you

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-94
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

THE BEAUTY OF LOVE

the heart sheds tears of love
asking none to come near,
the soul immerses in deep agony
feeling silently the pangs of sorrow
the wounds remain as such,
fresh, aching and bleeding without being cured
and you live in an exclusive world of your own where happiness and sorrow hardly matter

that is love more like walking
on the edge of a razor with no signs of repentance and sorrow,
no looking back, no dreams
for a different tomorrow
it pinches and pinches hard,
but lived and loved the way it is
being the only possession

you can't part with the wounds and tears
the moments of agony and ecstasy
your dearest possession
they are part of you and your love
so dear and passionate
no wind can blow it away
no sun can dry it,
no winter can moist it
no rain can drench it,
no therapy can cure it
it will remain with you as a feeling,
a shadow,and will never leave you even
when your love will be no more.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©2018
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