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BEING CHILDLESS

Fade the sheen of  life
Fray the threads of  strength
Fall at the seams the survival bents -
The stasis of the midlife 
solitude,
The desperation of stiff
ineptitude,
The wretch'dness of the fetid 
supplicant :
Inside the soul that seeks the
divine grant...

 A destitute despite dollops-
Comforts as nuisance bugs,
Stings of anxieties, pangs of
worries,
Waves of despair trembling the 
plinth of manhood that's 
malign'd -

 A solitary plant seedless in
the garden -
An odd minion amid bustles
lies forbidden...
Tyrants perish, heroes retreat,
Abrade kingdoms of the mighty :
There's no descendants,
There's no immortality...

 The cast of fear from the haters,
The quakes of thumps from
the sinners -
The vile resound the air all 'round;
My promises are only a birth-bound...

 Vices i fight not.
Virtues i grow not.
And Moksha comes not to 
a neuter...

Meaningless is birth, meaningless
is death,
Deny i rights; duties stymie.
Will not unsparing my ancestors be ?

 So directionless, so rudderless -
In the landless sea languishing i
shipwreck'd -
On the condemn'd boat floating...

                           --- N P Samal


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