A Look At Life-12 Poem by Smrui Ranjan Mohanty

A LOOK AT LIFE-12
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

The hands that groomed me,
the eyes that loved me,
the ears that listened to me
are no more.

The fountain of love,
the epitome of sacrifice,
the perennial stream of wisdom,
is no more.

The beautiful tree,
under the shadow of which,
I played and smiled,
grew and developed,
and lead a carefree life,
is no more.

No more is the man,
who manned and schooled me
and made me what I am.
No more is the window,
through which, l looked at,
no more is the giant patriarch
who lived his whole life
for others only

I am all alone,
in a sparkling whirlpool.
The sea is boisterous,
getting violent and virulent
And more and more turbulent,
the able navigator is no more,
who will bring me ashore

copyright@smrutiranjan 27.6.2015