Something I Look At-454 Poem by Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

SOMETHING I LOOK AT - 454
BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

LOVE IS TOO PRECIOUS

Love is too precious—
you never realise
how priceless it is
until you lose it.

Cherish it with care,
nurture it with heart and soul,
guard it with your gentle touch
before time steals it away.

By the time you see
how beautiful love truly is,
it may be too late—
your love may no longer stay.

Know not—
your love may be silently dying,
in some distant corner,
preparing to drift away.

Don't wait for distance
to teach you its worth,
don't let silence grow
between two hearts.

A kind word, a smile,
a tender touch today
can save what tomorrow
may tear apart.

If you are in love,
you are the luckiest soul on earth.
Love does not visit every heart—
it graces a few, like drops of mirth.

A blessing descending
from heaven above,
a whisper of eternity
wrapped in love.

Love is not found—
it unfolds.
It lives in small gestures, quiet words,
and hearts that choose to stay
when the world walks away.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©
India
17.10.2025
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