Mama always loves her dad
But she feels something bad
That her dad is a little mad
If he's not a man, but a lad
So Mama at times feels sad
Yet, Mama feels very glad
Coz there's none in the world
Better than her lovely dad.
-- N P Samal
I cry, I do cry breathless like a baby. You notice me or not but I do cry-- Whole drown'd in tears--be it night or day it be-- No care if you find me absurd and wry. But I can't be unfair to cry, or vague If crying can protect me from strokes of death That nothing else on earth can, though I beg With my bowl'd palms held heavenward in good faith. Yes, I do cry. (Whoe’er on earth will not With the betrayer's dagger stabb'd in heart?) But know my tears will flow all through the drought And grow new plants of love ere life does 'part. Maybe to kill the fatal pain the heart bears, Come out generously life-giving tears. -- N. P. SAMAL
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