My Poems

Upon the rock naked and brown In sun-gossamer'd morning gown Wallow'd a damsel with a guile Of cunning eyes and playful smile. 'A mermaid!', when some figure said, Alertly raised she her craned head; Ensued a struggle among the men To reach the brink of the blue main. The charming glory of the wintry morn That took the spell by a rutting turn; How strong the Allure's malignant drag That men rode up the deathly crag !! The sea-nymph held her breath off flight Her fleshly lips quiver'd a bit, She shook her legs and fins wide open And dived into the sea none to own. The fighters, woes loom'd on their face, Yet reckless of the aborted race; Jumped into the grave sea's nymphic home And came not out but the ominous foam !!!                                         --- N P Samal

I'm different from you, from him,  from the other; We three are different from  every other; And different are we all from  each other... The mix'd design of Nature that  we all differ By blood, by choice, by grade, by kind,  and contour. The differences then benignly ' oeuvre' Into the unifying force of  Nature... Like floral oneness beautifying t he garden, Like the chromatic union in t he heaven, The stars as they unite for lo ving nocturne, And symphony of notes in  charming fusion That we assimilate into  each other By the rhythmic force of the ' Cosmic Dancer', That we combine our unique verves  and measures For thrusts of Nature forward the  Divine Course... Diversities make the tenets  of Creation, In differences lies dynamics  of Union; With Odds are form'd the Supreme  amalgam - A link is each in the Eternal  Spectrum. Spread the kaleidoscope of sacred  Nature The paints of the Absolute  Benefactor That shift on for organis

Sometimes, in my resign'd moments, come direly crashing Pangs of the past into my mind that's so alarming: The Immortal tamely fell to  killer's bullet; My own palls were fear'd dead in a  freak accident. Dread i how my professor died in slumber When his son hit on head with iron hammer... From the refuse of happiness watch  i in dismay How Death by occult designs befall with sudden foray! What to save, and what to boast of and compete for, As draconian survival makes each morrow harsher? Yet Joy is racing endless down the  fatal circuit As dangers of ambushes prowl our hopeless racket...                              --- N P Samal

Threat of Religion straggles fast a nd furious. Its blood-lust eyes see science and c ult's adventures - Their soaring wings aiming the sun, t he yond; So runs wild lest the raid wrecks G od's  abode. But science has shot up yon  interception. Religion so spills blood in d esperation. It forces its presence at  bloody cost. As between science and God swings h uman trust. Religion rallies 'round legions b ehind. Science's oeuvre multiplies with  humankind. Will they cohabit, or in each other m erge ? Or be at war with co-destructive  urge ? Where puts religion better than  own labour ? Where takes us science our soul and  home sever'd ? Religion-bound inhabit we r estricted, When straddle we science lifted we're h eart parted... Religion is a bondage of human  soul. Science is a soulless swoop into  the obscure. Religion creeps into human  emotion. Science digs into our social  foundation. Religion thrives in psychotic  dogmas. Science leav

O driver! O driver! Slow up. Slow up. Look, on your sides, There roll the bodies maim'd, Dismembered, dead... Stop and look behind, An endless trail of blood does flow, all warm and thick, That sweeps away the life of humanity, Away, by the savage wheels of precocity... O driver! O driver! Slow up. Slow up. Look ahead, There mill about a shaken lot -- Depressed, directionless, unfed -- In quest of life and daily bread; They know not rules, They know not roads, And carry loads of worries, angst, and agitation, Being blinded by loss of facts  and gumption... O driver! O driver! Slow up. Slow up. Do think of  the crowd, And, over there, Their hungry children,   Their life and soul, In their little world, Certain of their getting home, They play with merriment, For their toffees and toys And their daily nourishment... O driver! O driver! There lies their destiny, And destination,  A little over the strip, But dread we deep your fits, and slips Between th