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ANSWER ME, PLEASE! : SONNET 179

             Answer Me, Please!                       Sonnet 179 Will I survive the night that's layin' the bed For me and calling me to go to sleep In her indistinct arms, "No dread... no dread..!"-- Her cradlesinging me for falling deep? Will I be able to behold the morrow  As it unfolds its sunny splendors wide, Over the dew-fill'd medow, drifting billow, And pluck from heaven my lost peace and pride? Won't the night betray me, yielding me Into the eternal hands of death, that when My fighting Conscious's stray'd away from body, I will fore'er be held in darkness then? But the night does wake me up to the day. Why do the questions then return? Please say! ©️ N P Samal 
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THE BATHROOM SINGER : SONNET 176

           The Bathroom Singer                        Sonnet 176 From the bathroom comes the voice and plays Around in many a number, gently touching Each lucky soul -- from youth to elder age -- With its enchanting notes of love and longing... But the singer wishes for no credit;  No listeners he does think to entertain, But him, alone, alone to suck each beat, Each tone, each pitch, each rhythm, each refrain, As the showery bathroom's walls replay His romantic, lovey-dovey numbers In the quiet hours each morn, each day In his cube-size happy universe... I doubt the man's self-entertaining soul If to amuse him, he has none in the Whole. ©️ N P Samal 
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ARE YOU DEAD? : SONNET 175

Are You Dead? Sonnet 175 "Are you dead? -- moves the app
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THE BED : SONNET 173

                                   The Bed                       Sonnet 173
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