A Look -389 Poem by Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

A LOOK -389

Your Eyebrows

My wondering eyes pause for a while
on a mountain terrain,
where a dancing rivulet
softly caresses a lonely rock.

It reminds me of
the grace and beauty
of a leaping deer
on a sunlit grassy lane.

My mind rests on your eyebrows,
the arrows of flowers
that land softly
upon my aching heart.

They ask many questions
your mysterious lips
never care to ask,
yet they linger in the air.

They are like a dark river—
the deeper I go,
the more I lose myself
in its endless depths.

Sometimes they dance and speak;
sometimes they keep silent,
adding a subtle weight to the air,
making it difficult to breathe.

And in their quiet shadows
I find a world that is entirely yours—
a prison of beauty and silence,
where my heart slowly breaks.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©
India
16.9.2025
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