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THE STUMP : SONNET 219

I love the ones who feel no need of me, And love       for the needy.
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DIWALI : SONNET 215

A glowy yard with joyful noises of children, In place of usually silent scary dark, Enticed me much, and I, a toddler then, Moved with my tiny steps' each forward jerk. Out glow'd there many lamps with charmy lights, And crackers sparkling in red, green, and yellow, To fill my budding heart with all delights, As booms had mom take me away from the show, DIWALI; I did later know all, by names, And many legends of this festival Of lights, when we show off the victory flames Of knowledge o'er ignorance, good o'er evil... Now...I do mean it's all but mundanely funs, A night to fete the victories of the demons. -- N P Samal 

THE SINGING VAGABOND : SONNET 214

Sometimes by a solitary road, sometimes Along a dragging street, smart thoroughfare; With many a note of rhythms, tones, and rhymes, That I do sing my soul in light or dark bare. And my renditions haven't been heedful wandering  Into forbidden wastelands, wilds, or graveyards; And no hissing, roaring, cooing, or chirping Of humans, animals, insects, and birds Has shaken my songs -- in mournful elegy, Or prayerful hymn, or exultative paean -- Though none have heard me yet or seen me Singing, inside my car -- a childless man Inside the vagabond van -- much sweeter home, Than mansion, that conceals my grief and gloom.  -- N P Samal