A Look -336 Poem by Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

A LOOK-336

A quiet ache begins to grow
when I see another bask in your glow.
And deeper still the pain does swell
as you walk to them where I can't dwell.

I whisper gently, 'I'm not possessive, '
but my heart, it paints a tale more expressive.
This silent wish I hide inside—
to hold you close, though fate denied.

Is this love that softly burns,
or just the ache of empty turns?
The echo of a dream that flew
for you were never mine to lose...

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©
India
21.5.2025
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