My Poems

 The Voice From The Bathroom                        Sonnet 176 From the bathroom comes the voice and plays Around in many a number, gently touching Each lucky soul with their ___ message  And sweetly flow on number after number, As gayly sings and sings the bathroom singer. ©️ N P Samal 

Are You Dead? Sonnet 175 "Are you dead? -- moves the app

My friends are well ahead of me, in class,

                                   The Bed                       Sonnet 173

              Between Win And Loss                                  Sonnet 172 I wish to revel o'er each bit of win, But something then does pound my person not to, With a lore that gloating is a sin And the grieving duds are humans too. And when we lose, a grief does pierce my heart And I can't raise my head for weight of shame. But then some angel keeps my soul apart From suff'ring, preaching it is just a game Where the losers win, the winners lose, That, temporary are both win and loss. So I do walk untouch'd by joys and woes, What the scripture says: 'a divine course' -- The course that haply leads me close to God, As I do feel in hell the swarga aboard.  ©️ N P Samal 

                 The Children Of Gaza                               A Blank Verse Thundering in the sky, then rain of missiles... See how they are fleeing arms outstretched  Like the broken wings of storm-hit birds, And see their faces white with fear and hunger And hear their throbbing voice of pain and loss... Over their head, the sky's no kites, no clouds, But fire and fire amidst engulfing smoke, And they are running like the Napalm girl  From Vietnam or standing frozen, like The standing boy from Nagasaki, before Their elders who are whispering in fear Or staring helpless in the gauge of Death... They are the hapless children caught in the war zone. They have no home, no school, no ground of freedom, But sole refugee camps and hospitals  If marching death has spared them of their life. They hear not bedtime tales but sirens of death.  For them,...