A Look -377 Poem by Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

A LOOK-377
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

Your Closed Lips

Your closed lips
tell many a story
which no ears hear,
no heart dares to hold.

Your untold agonies—
my heart takes them in,
feels their weight,
their silence,
their sting.

They rise to my eyes.
Your tears
roll down
my cheeks,
as though they were mine.

The more I carry,
the more I find myself
drawn to you—
the quiet, hurting,
beautiful you.

In the end,
I find the undone me
silently languishing
in the cage of dos and don'ts,
and leave your tears
dry on their own.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©
India
6.8.2025
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