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WHEN MY DAUGHTER ARRIVED : THE VOICE OF A DEAD FATHER

When my daughter arrived, my soul 
began to fly
Merrily i bestrode the poles
and punch'd the sky.
I spread my limbs over many a
land and water,
And soar'd to the ether, then swoop'd
down to nether.
Like absolute patriarch of
humans, birds, brutes
Proclaim did i my clout o'er all
terrestrial broods.
So epic was the attainment 
of fatherhood,
If i had bred billions with the 
'Creator's manhood'.

When my daughter arrived, fountain'd
the winter suns
In thousands with deific lights and 
warm'd up my morns.
Deciduous life turn'd calm and 
blithe evergreen,
Wholesome luxuriant delights
as i bask'd in.
And i stood firm like maples and oaks
the whole of earth
Clutch'd in my roots, against nature's
vagarious wrath.

When my daughter arrived, raised i
warrior's spear,
Revenge i craved for all i had 
got to suffer.
And swore to destroy, create, preserve
with Lord's permit
In order for peace, justice, love
beyond limit.

The dream then broke, and up i woke
to nothingness-
My mighty and gracious daughter
nowhere to trace,
But only swallowing waves of
deathly shadows
And sinister images and 
eerie voodoos..

Deceptive lips, lying eyes in the
hostile outside,
And factful pains and tears in the
torrid inside;
And deeper lied my dream - the home
of my daughter
So serene, so safe i fell back
to sleep forever...

                            -- N P Samal

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