A Look -382 Poem by Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

A LOOK-382

When Your Lips Whisper

When your lips whisper,
they create an atmosphere
where the voiceless find a voice,
the hopeless a ray of hope—
and I find a reason
to go on and on.

Your words touch every heart,
your gestures, your body language
say: man, come out of seclusion,
not everything is over.
The world is yours,
so are the wind and the sun.
For me, it is music to the ears,
a melody that lingers long.

You are the voice of tradition,
you are the voice of modernity,
a shelter where all may rest.
It echoes in a hundred ears,
finds takers in every sphere.
For me, it is the long-awaited song,
the cuckoo's cry in a desert—
a twinkling star in the dark sky

You say little—
but when you say,
it falls like rain
in a distant forest,
a song to a million hearts.
For me, it is the stay of my life,
a reason to smile.

Let these lips murmur till eternity,
bringing cheer to a million hearts,
a breath of life to those
defeated, resigned to fate.
A few drops of nectar
to my aching heart—
enough to carry me
through the bitterest agony,
the hardest part of life.

Whisper.
When you whisper,
life whispers back—
making my brief sojourn
a paradise on earth.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©
India
17.8.2025