Something I Look At-439 Poem by Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-439
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

Love
never asks for anything,
not even love in return.

Love
breathes when cherished,
and quietly wilts when pushed away.

Love
lives as a feeling,
never as a craving.

Love
is easy to fall into,
yet hard to grow into a true lover.

Love
lingers beyond space and time,
long after those in love are gone.

Love
is precious—
hold it close, live it fully.

Love
before desire clouds its light
and turns it into a shadow.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©
India
10.9.2025
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