A Look-390 Poem by Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

A LOOK -390

Your Ears

The sun
behind the clouds,
the moon hiding its face
behind the mango grove—
how beautiful they look.

The bridge between
the outer world and inner,
that connects the finite with the infinite,
the poem the world forgot to compose
but remembered to feel.

Is a pair of ears,
delicately adorning
your beautiful face,
like a canvas of dawn
painted in hues no artist could capture.

The more I look at them,
the more I forget to breathe.

In the garden of bloom
that intoxicates me
like a cup of red wine,
I hear a faint murmur
' Man, stay a little longer
You have your home and heaven here:

I look at these calmly,
silently listening
to the beats of my restless heart.
Though they never speak,
I hear the answer:

"Man, wait,
nothing is over."

A whispered song
my inner self yields to
for in those tender ears
I see a doorway to your heart,
as if they were waiting
to cradle my words,
and hold my love close,
alive in your heart forever.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©
India
19.9.2025
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