Something I Look At-43 Poem by Smrui Ranjan Mohanty

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-43
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

This world,
so beautiful to live in
with all the comforts,
luxuries and amenities,
life seems so fascinating
nothing short of a paradise.

But where is happiness, peace,
that throbbing heart,
loving eyes and silent tranquil mind.
Be it in a war or proxy war,
and its aftermath,
be it in our devastated social life,
be it in the fanaticism of religious zealots,
be it in a world divided on racial,
linguistic and parochial loyalties,
be it in the uncivilized and,
barbarian attitude of civilized man,
be it in terrorism or in our sick mind,
and raped conscience,
it is humanity that is silently dying

Where is the face of humanity with
relationship at the lowest ebb,
old parents struggling for their death
in asylums, old age homes,
in their deserted lonely confinement
with no near one to look after.
,
Too much of obsession with career,
so called better life,
and the lure of comforts made us inhuman
to the extent we hesitate to
recognise our own blood,
and one will think thrice
before begetting a child of his own.

We are more evident
in our spineless attitude towards injustice,
and the way we look at these.
We are more like machines,
devoid of all that is finer,
having no time for other,
love and reciprocation.

Where is life and its beauty.
To conceive it,
one has to have a heart
that truly beats,
sadly many of us do not have it

copyright@smrutiranjan 28.5.2017