DIVINE DIFFERENCE

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 the garden,
Like the chromatic union in the heaven,
The stars as they unite for loving 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 organismic fluorescence
Over the deathly insipid indifference.

Behold I happiness of the diverse breeds,
Their treaties in the warmth of the marine steads;
Grieve that the glories of such natural canvas
We miss with the intent of devils to whitewash !

The home is home we lovingly belong,
Sorrows we share, and prides and joys among;
With bonds for Order'd Fragments that we live
Different for the Creation to survive...

- N P Samal

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TELL ME NOT

Tell Me Not Tell me not I was once a lad; An open sky that I once had, That offered me untold delight And lit my spirit day and night. Remind me not the days and nights That told me tales and flew my kites; Many a game that I did play With heart and soul unleashed and gay. Jog not my memory I once sailed Alone for miles and there beheld On either side, along the inlet, Many a willow and flowery thicket. Bring me not back the rights all lost, All things that came by free of cost; Affection, love, all poured on me, Even when I was wilful, naughty. I'm in my time, leave me to suffer From weakness, bloating, bugs, whatever: Let me be in my dying yard; But tell not I was once a lad. ©️ N P Samal

KISS ME, PLEASE!

Woo-hoo...! Kisss you...u...u...u...??? Oh, I'm being frenzical !!! My slavering tongue is jerking fast And my quivering lips are pouting out With booms of kisses in the air -- Ummah...! Ummah...! Ummah...! Just yesterday, an okay got my promise. Today is the chance no way to miss. And ready is my basket with pecks, Lip-locks, French kisses, and other varieties... I'm also ready for the lizard kiss, And the kiss of the Spider man... And I'm sure I won't beg like Big B -- (Juma, chumma de de chumma...), This is my right to kiss I earn'd this week. I shall kiss like one Dhoom 2's Hritthik-Aash's, Although I envy Emraan's 'Murderous' thriller kiss... I'm ready with my balmy lips, Strawberry flavour'd, To be the biggest smoocher Of do hazaar chhabees... And I have hidden the cracks On my wintry lips To save from rashes My Valentine's softy cheeks... Well with flushed up teeth, With cleaned up tongue, With exotic ...

THE RETURN : RHYME 100

The Return Rhyme 100 Infants gambol about their home With blooms and toys, But they return to mom's bosom For the real joys. Children frolic about the streams, In meads and hedges, But to their home they return for Their real flowerage. Youths do rush about crazy for World's whole treasure, But they return for real living To own life and career. Adults get sunk into the labour With dedication, But this's the return to raise well Their own children. The old trudge about the yard Of their nursing shed, But lastly they return for rest To their death bed. ©️ N P Samal

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