My Poems

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. If    _______ change,  Nothing can stop the liquid of revenge. 

 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 

                       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