My Poems

ROBOTS Sonnet 190 Robots are rising. With the wings of AI, They are soaring into the vast expanse Of human life -- how humans live and die -- Rewiring the planet-old Designer's plans, As begins the human transformation -- From organic beings to inorganisms -- By dint of manufactured evolution. And ____ are all cynicisms, That 

Two Hundred Sonnet 189 I am writing sonnets. Fifteen more, I will attain the summit of two hundred And gift our country a sonneteering lore That's never in the country been recounted. But I have slow'd down, neath the leaden pressure Of aging, ailings, wants that tires my body, As each step uphill is taking longer And for balance I am fighting shaky. Yet I won't settle now , though my collection Has crossed the Bard's one fifty four and left Some of other greats behind. The fashion Of two hundred's struck, will be well cheffed -- A record for my fellow bards to break: A vying I'll enjoy if death doesn't wreck. ©️ N P Samal

Acid Sonnet 188 Beauty is lost! Acid has burnt the face And made the woman ugly, scary forever. Is there an answer with the human race: Will her fate again to gayness alter? She has been forced a living worse than death, And her rewarded plight is she can't die; Beneath her crimped skin is strain'd each breath, Each beat, and she can neither smile nor cry. And there are many a woman of such fate, Surviving with the pain of the mortal wound Acid has wreak'd on them; but limp's the state, Blind its frolicking men who feel are booned. Whoe'er are there to counter for a change,  As pours on more the liquid of revenge? ©️ N P Samal 

 Twenty Fifty  Sonnet 187 Sapiens are closing in on twenty fifty, But know not what the year has kept for them; In their mind the ephemera's nest of history, So they can't see eternity's landing emblem; Nor can hear the brain's untold prediction,  That life'll fore'er be rid of the grip of death. Oh, wake up for the deathless New Creation, To say goodbye to death  do hold the wreath! The elixir's coat on Earth the year will lay, Whereupon one once born will live forever; The men of science are working night and day,  To create the world's supremest wonder. Just stay safe till the emergence of the Fountain; If you haven't died, you WILL be young again. ©️ N P Samal 

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