My Poems

My still'd 'preconsciousness' rises to say, 'Me too',  yet silently.                                                                      I promulgate my freedom from the guilt of silence,  yet within.                                                      Detours my utterance of l auds, I owe the Crusade soulfully...                                                                             But I can't speak up, because I am unheard of.         I 'm unattended...

The moon has light cool and calm, The sun has light grandly warm. One is source, one recourse, For life, for peace, and for force. One presents health, one delight, By the day and by the night. One commands, one controls, One sustains, one enthralls. One is stately, one peaceful, One yields stick, one's love is rule... The devil is the dark fortnight, I miss my moon and her light. The storm does its big mischief, My joy it takes and gives me grief. But God does come, truth does live, Vices die with vile motive... Forever the sun, forever the moon, Forever they bring me boon: The sun, the moon, the budding earth; My dad, my mom, and me -- all one path.                                                  -- N P Samal