A Look -385 Poem by Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

A LOOK -385

Know Not

Know not
how to pen
the beauty of your cheeks,
their grace,
their elegance.

When I venture,
I run out of thoughts,
short of words
to express their true grandeur.

Should I call them the moon,
that touches every heart?

The perennial stream
that relentlessly flows,
soothing all souls
that come along its path?

Should I call them the rising sun,
that adds life to the lifeless,
bringing a smile
to a million faces?

The azure sky,
whose beauty and vastness
lend grace and serenity
to everything?

My heart
often whispers the answer:
nothing—absolutely nothing—
can compare
with the beauty of your dimpled cheeks.

All are incomplete
in more than one way.
Neither the moon with its scars,
nor the sun with its fire,
nor the stream or the sky
with their limitations,
can match the timeless beauty
of your golden dimples.

You are your own simile,
you are your own metaphor.
Nothing can stand in comparison.

For me,
the beauties of the universe
are condensed and personified
in that beautiful pair of cheeks.

By seeing them,
I wish to see nothing else—
and long to go blind
for all time.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty
India
20.8.2025
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