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The book is second in series of the collection of my poems. The poems touch upon the subtle intricacies of human mind and nature which are often missed by us in the rush of our lives.

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

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Subrat Mohanty

Voices of Silence - An anthology of my poems (Part-II)

I dedicate the book to the almighty and my parents who have stood by me in all the trials of my life. I also thank my well wishers and readers for constantly motivating me to continue writing.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Gratitude

 

What you yearn to get, may still be a distant dream.

Yet what you have is a gift, howsoever small it may seem.

What you got, found or met certainly could have gone the other way.

Now that you have it, you may not feel what you would have felt on that odd day.

Life seems good for those brief moments of joy,

Giving reasons to feel happy then and latter memories to enjoy.

Yet, the moments of sorrow often feel so heavy to bear

That those moments of good luck now seem so far which once upon a time, seemed so near.

The heart ought to feel a bit, stand up and say

"Yesterday may be mine and today things may not happen my way.

But, thank you my lord for what you gave me. You hold my life now. You had touched my day, then."

The World Shall Never Know

 

The world shall never know,

The anguish hidden beneath the mind,

No words to say,

Dropping the fragile heart behind, I walk my way,

Those devilish seeming smiles, their nonsensical stupidity,

Trying to conjure something in the name of comedy,

The world then seems so different,

With me in my lone spot and the world seeming indifferent,

Laugh and they laugh with you,

Cry and you cry alone.

A piece of cake is relished with the eyes closed,

What the eyes never see, is the burnt fingers that cooked it.

The world seems a symphony of chaos,

It sings a different tune, each time,

But it shall never hear what I say,

The world shall never know when I walked away.