My Poems

Magna Carta Sonnet 186 Many a century ere -- in twelve fifteen -- One mighty king did humbly sign a paper, Subjecting him to law, which did begin The never-ending reign of the 'Great Charter' Over the world, and till today, each tyrant, Who did try to hold the fate of people  In their own hand, along with their each mutant, Has been condemn'd to perish in the manacle  Or be the hangman's sumptuous meal, no flaw. And the chariot of the Charter's running, Bearing the victory flag of the Rule of Law, With time with stronger force, more sharp, more telling... And the sub-mutants soon will die to its wrath Though they essay to turn aside its path. ©️ N P Samal 

            The Third Is Coming                        Sonnet 185 Men did take a solemn promise on The carcass of the First World War to bury Wars forever dead beneath the lawn Of order, peace, accord and prosperity, But the Second soon did tear apart The brittle surface of the failed promise And with technology-augmented art Did cause more mayhem, carnage and catastrophes. Today each one does dread the Third in prospect, But none does know how to avert the Coming As the savage genes have held the intellect Inside the heavy cell of The Netherworld's king. This time, beware, The War is with the Doomsday. Stop it if you can, or call God, if He may! ©️ N P Samal 

                       Suicide 2                       Sonnet 184 What emotion does your thinking mind Connect to a suicide, soundly, if not anger, More than grief or pain or other kind, In each leaf of suicides' bulky folder ? Please say if suicide ain't a self-destruction If any doubt has crept in your reasoning, And a destruction owing not to the action Of anger, if the fact is still blurring ? But, truly, anger on your self does follow Its failure of inflicting a harm on me, If I have done the same on you. And swallow May you your anger once, next it'll be irky. And fail again and 'gain, a vengeful beast  You will grow to kill me, or self, at least. ©️ N P Samal 

                       The Brain                        Sonnet 183 The brain of human beings, whoever knows not The wonders made by this anthropic Force? From the Lomekwian to the Ameca robot, Its ever-risingly creative course? And whoever wants not more to relish, Yet more divine, more wondrous, more transforming? And what could be a greater masterpiece Than when the brain will put an end to dying? The brain is working on its noblest thesis To free all from the clutches of mortality; See there begins the Final Abiogenesis, Toward the eternal flow of life's longevity. Know not if God or Nature plays the brain, But grows the True World from this wonder grain. ©️ N P Samal 

                        The Bird                        Sonnet 182 There resides a bird inside my body,  And has grown up  eating what I eat And drinking what I drink, and daily, nightly Does do whate'er I do; from home to street Where'er I move that it with me does wander, With me it sits and stands; in full agreement With me that it resides, in pain and pleasure; In sadness it is sad, in wellness content... Yet for what stake it loves the tiny space My body affords, while it has wings to fly To the boundless sky and live with grace On all the things the eternal world does 'ply? Howe'er, a mortal, open stands the door; Know once it flies out, I will be no more. ©️ N P Samal

                   Where Am I?                       Sonnet 181 Haunts my mind the question -- where am I? Where am I between when life on Earth Began and when whole life fore'er will die, That Earth will see no further death or birth? Came the beginning aeons after the Cosmos Was born, and aeons thence the early humans, But I didn't come then, nor the world's across  Will I await to watch the Comeuppance, If each beginning earns its fated ending; Now I have come, now I will go, for certain,  Though not sure when all will come to Nothing; How long am I then from the final curtain?  Or lodging in the mortal part of Nature, Ere comes the Deathless World of the Creator? ©️ N P Samal