A Look -337 Poem by Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

A LOOK-337

Give Me Your Sorrows

Give me your fear
Give your tears—
I will drink them with a heart so pure.

Get angry with me,
let your fury rise—
In silence I will swallow all these

Offer me your pain,
your despair,
the weight that bends your back.
I will carry these with a smile on my lips.

Hand me everything
you wish you could leave behind.
I will hold these with love and care
as long as I am alive.

That is love—
not in words and gestures,
but in the beauty of a heart,
in the willingness
to live for the one
you love.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©
India
23.5.2025
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