A TO Z : SCHOOL RHYME 5

A for Apple, B for Banana,

Everyday, some fruit is kept for Mama.

C for Cat, D for Doll,

Pets, dolls or puppets, Mama plays with all.

E for Egg, F for fish,

Mama loves fruit, milk, but chocolate is nice.

G for Goat, H for Hen,

Mama hates their eaters - the sinful men.

I for Iris, J for Jasmine,

Mama cares for all flowers in the garden.

K for Kashmir, L for London,

But at home, Mama feels all beauty and fun.

M for Mother, N for Nature,

Mama finds God in them and in her father.

O for Ocean, P for Pond,

Of playing in water, Mama is so fond.

Q for Queen, R for Ruler,

Mama will be none, But one like her mother.

S for Student, T for Teacher,

Mama always comes first in learning and lore.

U for Unique, V for Virtue,

With her values, Mama can surprise you.

W for Work, X for X-ray,

One can create great thing, who works each day.

Y for Youth, Z for Zero,

Mama wants, for her country, to be a hero.

- N P SAMAL

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I DO CRY : SONNET 59

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

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

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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