God is the human race's greatest idea, Which aids all, from a pauper to a mafia. -- N P Samal
He was born, our country in the British grip, To a feudal lord who shower'd freedom o'er What earn'd the honor of the largest fief, His people's loving him as a God-like zamindar. And ninety years my uncle did sojourn -- On this unfairly Earth that even sends back The good; as went down the last majestic sun, Burying the whole inside a lifeless dark -- Has multiplied my grandpa's noble 'state; Not by the acreage, but by the essence The human beings will NOT be human without: A love-truth-peace-grants-fill'd inheritance; That my nurtured-well cousins will carry from, Though dies my longing for my uncle's home. -- N P Samal