A Look -378 Poem by Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

A LOOK - 377

When I watch the setting sun,
your dazzling lips
dance before my eyes.

I wonder—
can the crimson sun
ever match
the beauty of your lips,
their soft, coral glow?

The heart knows—
an unshakable no.

Neither the sun
nor the moon
can rival your lips—
graceful as the sun,
soothing
as the moon in bloom.

Far-off stars
glitter with elegance,
gleam with desire—
yet none can touch
the spellbound grandeur
of your whispering lips—
their beauty,
their serenity.

Nothing,
absolutely nothing, compares
to that wondrous pair of lips
that reflect
bliss and divinity—

like a prayer unspoken,
a lyric incomplete,
dawn breaking
over a wounded heart,
the promise of love,
the promise of peace,
in this restless world
of empty words
and hollow vows.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty
India
11.8.2025
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