Something I Look At-461 Poem by Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-461
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

A Silent Wave

Neither I
nor my feelings
ever dare to touch your horizon.
They rise and subside
like waves of the ocean—
unheard, unfelt, unnoticed.

They rush to the shore
to say, "My love, I am here."
Yet neither can they touch you
nor your feelings.
Silently, they return
to where they first arose.

They see you from a distance—
your golden hair
dazzling in a crimson glow,
dancing in the naughty breeze along the shore,
and your speaking eyes
looking far beyond the horizon
in search of someone
I may never be.

Feelings arise,
emotions surge high,
only to meet their inevitable end.
From ashes they reincarnate,
only to die once again.

Ma'am,
do not feel pity for me.
That is my destiny—
to live amid death,
hoping to touch your shore,
if I come once more.

Till then, I remain a silent wave,
loving you enough to return
without being seen.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©
India
17.1.2026
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