The Countdown-27 Poem by Smrui Ranjan Mohanty

THE COUNTDOWN-27

We meet to part
The same may not be true
When we part
You can not say
When shall we meet
How shall we meet
If at all we meet again?

Apprehending the reality
Knowing the reality
And living with reality are not alike
Unless you endure it
You can not fathom the depth of the abyss
You can not say
How it feels
Where it pinches

When time and tide are not on your side
How difficult it becomes to come out of this
How tough to motivate one
To carry himself till the very end
With a smile on lips
Chest up and head high

How arduous to carry oneself
Carry one's wounded ego
Battered self-esteem and
Maimed mind to the very end
When the wind is up against
How painful and poignant life becomes
When your main support
Your friend for years withers away

When your friend leaves you
Leaves you, your hope for a better tomorrow
And passion for a better hereafter
Find someone! something
Which will hold your hands
Or else your trembling body and mind
Will take you to a pool of sorrow
Where you do not want to be

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©
India
27.11.2022
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