SOMETHING I LOOK AT-54
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY
Never is the woman a burden
who carried you all along.
Never can she be a burden who put
you on her shoulder to show you the skyline.
Never she is a liability who lived her whole
life for you and inculcated in you
the drive to look at the moon.
Don’t kill her when she is still alive
If you tore her heart into pieces
each piece will have your name inscribed.
if you bring tears to her eyes
each drop will reflect you and tell
different stories, each more vivid and poignant than the other.
It is she incarnate in you
Peep into her heart
it is you who reign there.
Don’t break it
you will only break yourself
don’t put fire in that beautiful garden
you will only burn yourself.
Look at her eyes which only see you
listen to her heart that only beats for you, she is flowing in your every artery and vein, her whole being is you.
Look at her
the poetry of love and dedication
only needs a bit of it
to carry her a little further.
Don’t think she is a burden, she is your first and last line of defence, always with you forever.
Make her life cup full
you will get the ocean in return.