SOMETHING I LOOK AT-23
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY
Born and brought up in a remote corner
grew and developed far far away from
world’s fascinating corridor
in the lap and scenic beauty of nature
Schooling was all fun
for money parents were not given to run
teachers were so good
they hardly saw any difference
between the students, they taught
and the kids they reared
Life was sheer beauty
in mother’s lap and under father’s shadow
college life, to begin with, was a bit hard
but transition from rural to urban was not so bad
All was well till tragedies, poignant
came one after one
i lost ones so near
the kids of whom I had to rear
like that of my own
with love, care and vigour
Grew old when I was young
do not know youth and its exuberance
its beauty and grandeur
never lament it even for a minute
for what i accomplished is more
gratifying than what i lost
the beauty of life lies in duty
which I did with heart and magnanimity
Circumstances made me deeply religious
happy as i was in my spiritual pursuit
till a descent job with good salary
pulled me out and promised me all the colours of life which was my due
Back to the world
a marriage to take care
and a family to look after
but life is no better
It seems
i am not what i am
lost somewhere
still groping in darkness
and working out my own salvation
copyright@smruti ranjan 5.1.2017
An exceptionally insightful and poignant work.
A vivid description of life as it flows ..
and yet groping for comfort and clarity…..nice expression!
An individual expression, yet universal, showing light to it’s readers.
A splendid,candid,introspective ,and moving narrative.
Traces out life as it is in real
life with all its ups and downs… dissatisfaction, frustration…very common state of affairs in many people’s lives … depicted with quite some pathos.
life with all its ups and downs… dissatisfaction, frustration…very common sad state of affairs in many people’s lives …
Something I look at 23…
life with all its ups and downs… dissatisfaction, frustration…very common sad state of affairs in many people’s lives …