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Thanks and gratitude to Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and literary critic for writing a beautiful review on my poem 'A LOOK AT LIFE-43'. Thank you very much sir for your wonderful words Smruti Ranjanji, Your poem titled"A Look At Life-43"is a poem of nostalgia and the desolation felt due to the disappearance of the good old days,the days of vibrancy and exuberance are gone,now it is a life of alienation,isolation,loneliness,disappointments and disillusionments,today it is all about having a desertion in terms of life,everything seems lost in the wilderness,the glorious days of the past taunt the thought processes like anything,the futility of building a posh house with all facilities and amenities is so apparent now because the expectations and anticipations of the past are so much belied now,those dreams and aspirations are shattered and battered now,the luxurious aspects of the household are left in ruin nowadays,they hold resplendent memories of the past,but today they are all gone with the winds,only broken images linger on disturbing the individual who is in the whirlpool these nostalgic feelings,the past was weighed down by many possibilities and probabilities culminating in those happy days with children and grandchildren under one roof,but now everything stands compromised because the birds have flown away seeking greener pastures and opportunities elsewhere leaving their parents out their in the lurch to fend for themselves,today all their dreams do remain suspended in the mid-air and they have only each other for company,that is the reality,they need to accept unreservedly nowadays.Kudos to you Smurtiji for composing such an outstanding poem with myriad meanings in it. Cijo Joseph Chennelil.All Copyrights Reserved@On 24th December 2017. A LOOK AT LIFE-43 BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY No present to live for no future to look forward to I was unfolding the pages of life to feel the beautiful moments I lived to know the person I was which is so alien right now That dilapidated building my wife's dream built on my sweat and blood still stands there the delicately furnished interiors with lots of dirt and filth now laugh at me telling me how wrong and futile I was in dreaming a future that never came by The broken walls of the house Persian carpets hanging on it with coats of dusts remind me how elegant once they were how passionately they were decorated like a bride to welcome my son and his newly wed How beautiful and fulfilling life was the crumbling relics of which now we have the costly toys and beautiful gadgets lovingly procured for our grand children lying dead in a corner like us they need someone's touch to come alive again Recapitulating those glorious days and fascinating moments completely lost I was all of a sudden I felt someone touching my shoulder she was non else but my wife with a cup of tea passionately looking at me telling me with a loving smile 'look at me, am I not your whole world? am I not your dream, present, past and future? when I am here, why are you so sad' copyright@smrutiranjan 15.9.2017 ©Smruti Ranjan mohanty #sagarkinare Thanks and gratitude to Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and literary critic for writing a beautiful review on my poem

#sagarkinare Thanks and gratitude to Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and literary critic for writing a beautiful review on my poem

Thanks and gratitude to Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and literary critic for writing a beautiful review on my poem 'A LOOK AT LIFE-43'. Thank you very much sir for your wonderful words

Smruti Ranjanji,

Your poem titled"A Look At Life-43"is a poem of nostalgia and the desolation felt due to the disappearance of the good old days,the days of vibrancy and exuberance are gone,now it is a life of alienation,isolation,loneliness,disappointments and disillusionments,today it is all about having a desertion in terms of life,everything seems lost in the wilderness,the glorious days of the past taunt the thought processes like anything,the futility of building a posh house with all facilities and amenities is so apparent now because the expectations and anticipations of the past are so much belied now,those dreams and aspirations are shattered and battered now,the luxurious aspects of the household are left in ruin nowadays,they hold resplendent memories of the past,but today they are all gone with the winds,only broken images linger on disturbing the individual who is in the whirlpool these nostalgic feelings,the past was weighed down by many possibilities and probabilities culminating in those happy days with children and grandchildren under one roof,but now everything stands compromised because the birds have flown away seeking greener pastures and opportunities elsewhere leaving their parents out their in the lurch to fend for themselves,today all their dreams do remain suspended in the mid-air and they have only each other for company,that is the reality,they need to accept unreservedly nowadays.Kudos to you Smurtiji for composing such an outstanding poem with myriad meanings in it.

Cijo Joseph Chennelil.All Copyrights Reserved@On 24th December 2017.

A LOOK AT LIFE-43
BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

No present to live for
no future to look forward to
I was unfolding the pages of life
to feel the beautiful moments I lived
to know the person I was
which is so alien right now

That dilapidated building
my wife's dream
built on my sweat and blood
still stands there
the delicately furnished interiors
with lots of dirt and filth now
laugh at me
telling me how wrong and futile I was
in dreaming a future
that never came by

The broken walls of the house
Persian carpets hanging on it
with coats of dusts remind me
how elegant once they were
how passionately they were decorated
like a bride to welcome my son
and his newly wed

How beautiful and fulfilling life was
the crumbling relics of which now we have
the costly toys and beautiful gadgets
lovingly procured for our grand children
lying dead in a corner
like us they need someone's touch
to come alive again

Recapitulating those glorious days
and fascinating moments
completely lost I was
all of a sudden
I felt someone touching my shoulder
she was non else but
my wife with a cup of tea
passionately looking at me
telling me with a loving smile
'look at me, am I not your whole world?
am I not your dream, present, past and future? when I am here, why are you so sad'

copyright@smrutiranjan 15.9.2017

©Smruti Ranjan mohanty #sagarkinare Thanks and gratitude to Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and literary critic for writing a beautiful review on my poem

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

Thanks and gratitude Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literay critic for your fabulous analysis of my poem 'A LOOK AT LIFE -43'.Infact your brilliant interpretation of the poem made it look more beautiful and complete Smruti Ranjaniji, Your poem titled"A Look At Life -43"is a poem that sheds light on the alienation and isolation experienced by old parents in the evening of their life due to them being abandoned by their grown up children,this is a horrendous prospect,many old parents today stare at day in and day out in our society of changing value system and a total lack of concern for the geriatric population.Here in the poem,the old parents have nothing to count upon because their hopes and expectations with respect to their children looking after them in their old age are misplaced and belied to a large extent.The parents bring up children thinking and hoping that these children will be of help to them in the final stage of their life,that is now discounted completely.The parents earn everything for the sake of the children,but at the end,the children are ungrateful to their parents.The reasons behind the old parents getting stifled in their home environment at old age can be attributed to two flaws of upbringing of their children by them(a)the children are burdened with the task of fulfilling the aspirations of their parents instead of them being asked to chase their dreams in life and(b)often children are told to concentrate upon the process of making money instead giving them advices by their parents regarding the pursuance of the principles such as truth,love,brotherhood,tolerance and compassion in their lives.Such crazy pursuit of money creates an atmosphere of use and throw culture leading to this objectionable state of affairs in the life of the old parents.At the end of the day,the old parents have each other for company,here in the poem the husband/wife combination reconciles to their situation or fate with total resignation and finds solace in each others arms.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature. Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil,The Head of the English Department Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 16th September 2017. Thanks and gratitude to my adorable friend and eminent poet Tulsi Shrestha for his wonderful analysis and words of appreciation which made the poem complete The most beautiful lines of your creation where soul of spirt embodied there in... " look at me, am I not your whole world ? am I not your dream, present,past and future ? When I am here ,why are you so sad ? The empathetic expression really moved me and my cheeks stained with tears. Most of old aged parents have been facing such a painful situation and their grown up sons never try to listen scream of their grief and loneliness. These lines do reflect and echo bitter reality of modern society. Salute for your creativity and articulation skill to ensure emotional sensitivity in each word and event. I adore you my dear friend for your unique exceptional write. A LOOK AT LIFE-43 BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY No present to live for, no future to look forward to I was unfolding the pages of life to feel the beautiful moments I lived to know the person I was which is so alien right now. That dilapidated building, my wife's dream, built on my sweat and blood still stands there. The delicately furnished interiors with lots of dirt and filth now laugh at me telling me how wrong and futile I was in dreaming a future that never came by. The broken walls of the house, persian carpets hanging on it with coats of dusts remind me how elegant once they were, how passionately they were decorated like a bride to welcome my son and his newly wed. How beautiful and fulfilling life was the crumbling relics of which now we have, the costly toys and beautiful gadgets lovingly procured for our grand children lying dead in a corner, like us they need someone's touch to come alive again. Recapitulating those glorious days and fascinating moments completely lost I was. Alll of a sudden I felt someone touching my shoulder. She was non else but my wife with a cup of tea passionately looking at me, telling me with a loving smile, 'look at me, am I not your whole world? am I not your dream, present, past and future? when I am here, why are you so sad' copyright@smrutiranjan 15.9.2017 #Thanks and gratitude Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literay critic for your fabulous analysis of my

#Thanks and gratitude Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literay critic for your fabulous analysis of my