My Poems

In endless trails, worker ants, Each with food grain, Hurry to store in the nest Before comes the rain; In trailing lines, honeybees, Each with nectar, Hurry to store in the hive Before comes winter; In tireless toil, the farmers, Each with sweat, seeds, Till their land to grow food Before rain retreats : Build your life and future  On your fated lines, With zeal, zest, 'Make the hay While the sun shines.' Let's be the ants and bees And farmers; Let's work with commitment As true workers. - N P SAMAL 

In a morning of the wintry sun, Upon a rock big, bare and brown, Sat a mermaid being love-struck, As waves of sea broke over the rock. Swayed her fishy tail in the swells With sparks of the golden scales, Above bathed the strange damsel In the morning sun's tender spell. In her hood of the hairy cascade, Shone her face in charmy spread Of cunning eyes and playful smile; Sat the nymph with maddening guile. Waited she a little long for her lover Till a merman from sea did appear : A water nymph, of the same breed - Half fish-half human, as mermaid.  Both the merman and mermaid  For a long time mirthfully played, Then dived into sea one after one, To Mama's wait did never return.  - N P SAMAL 

A medley of sweet sounds When sang the street, Mama trotted out of home In much delight.  There gathered many people  In a big round And leaned over the centre With their necks bound. Mama ran over to the place At one breadth length, And forced into the onlookers With her full strength.  There sat a big dark man, On heart a turban, With a cage in his front and Birds in the one. Melodies of their voices in Sundry notes and tones Caught each young and old In fascination.  Beautiful little birds - all Colourful and rare, Wings, feathers, smart going,  But caught in the snare. Little Mama got a shock Bigger than her joy, As she heard the crying birds In pain and dismay.  She ran back home fast, straight  To her father, "Papa, papa, buy me birds!", She cried for. The father gave a smile at His daughter's craze, Then bought her whole birds With the cage. Then, Mama took the birds out Into the open And opened the cage door with A grand passion.  Happily, the birds flew out - Awa

In snorts, snores and deafness, As the earth falls asleep at night; In love, cheer, attacks, covers, Silence makes many sounds right : In loving voices, notes and tones, Silence sings merrily at night In warblers, nightingales, blackbirds, With warbles, croons and tweets. In thumping feet, laughs, roars, Silence does predate at night, As hyena attacks on its preys And they scream loud in fright.  In cunning hisses and whispers, Silence tip-toes to prey on at night, As jackal stalks farm and fowls And dogs bark in alarm at sight. On a cowardly, defensive retreat, Silence shouts for help at night In sterling's voice of phone rings Or sandpiper's wheet-wheet-wheet. In a cacophony of struggles, Silence screams, wails, at night, With the warning cries of birds When fox and badger fight. In many voices of mockingbird, Silence mimic all at night, From owl's hoot to hawk's hiss  To robin's whistle till first light.  In not so hypes or hubbubs, Silence does chorus at night,

The garden of Mama always  Bristles with blooms; She loves her garden if her child, Grows it and grooms. No splendour of colors or Show of lights Can match her garden's  Floral delights.  Beauteously do bloom flowers  Blue, red, yellow; Cheerfully they drift on Gentle and slow. Together they play ever, In full rapture; Happily they feed bees and Butterflies on nectar. Hate not, spite not, greed not, No lies or anger; In truth, peace, love and bliss, They bloom forever.  Comes summer ruthless, But they do bloom, They do bloom through storms Of hardest doom. With blooms of her own smile, And heart and soul, Mama marvels at her garden  As blooms it beautiful.  She sees the garden of blooms  As immortal, And weeps a lot when drops A plant or petal. Mama in the garden, herself  Turns a flower; "May she forever bloom happy!", I do pray for her. - N P SAMAL 

There grows the learning tree Grand and lush green And offers fruit and shade Day out, day in. With fruit sweetest and shade Coolest and clean, There grows the learning tree Grand and lush green.  There grows the learning tree, One at a place  And offers wind and smell To all endless.  With wind balmiest, smell Sweetest and fresh, There grows the learning tree One at a place.  There grows the learning tree Secure and strong, As the home of human beings, It has stood long. With knowledge, peace, progress, Love, joys along, There grows the learning tree Secure and strong.  Mama grows the learning tree - One inside her And everyday tends it with Much love and care. With love deepest and care Most committed for, Mama grows the learning tree One inside her. There grows the learning tree With Mama's age, Her farming of values, skills, Strength and knowledge, To offer wind, smell, fruit,  And ageless foliage, There grows the learning tree With Mama's age... - N P SAMAL 

Down, down, down it rolls Over cliffs and falls; Over rocks, landmasses, Down the river rolls. Down, down, down it rolls Over many hurdles; Spreading wide, meandering, Down the river rolls.  Down, down, down it rolls With babbles and burbles; Quenching the thirsty earth, Down the river rolls. Down, down, down it rolls  Through sands and soils; Feeding for flora and foliage, Down the river rolls. Down, down, down it rolls With no stops or strolls; Creating glories eternally, Down the river rolls. - N P SAMAL 

Hold my hand, papa, Hold me firm and tight; I'll rise up-- above To a glorious height.                       Hold my hand, papa,                      Hold me firm and tight;                      I'll leap to the safe side                      Over the deep strait. Hold my hand, papa, Hold me firm and tight; I'll walk to fame and fortune  Steady and straight.                      Hold my hand, papa,                     Hold me firm and tight;                     I won't lose right path                     And the guiding light. - N P SAMAL                       

Sweet home, sweet home, There's my sweet home Where I was born, Where I was grown  With love, care and fun. Sweet home, sweet home, There's my sweet home Where there is heart, Where there is life Of peace and freedom. Sweet home, sweet home, There's my sweet home Where there is no fear, Where there is no danger  Of foes, falsehood or harm. Sweet home, sweet home, There's my sweet home Where there is quietude, Where there is no dissent,  Biases, strife or bedlam. Sweet home, sweet home, There's my sweet home  Where there's oneness, Where lovingly share all, Loss, gain and gloom. Sweet home, sweet home, There's my sweet home  Where there are friends, Where there are neighbors  Calm, caring and helpsome. Sweet home, sweet home, There's my sweet home  Where winds freely blow, Where sun, moon give light Clean, pure and wholesome. - N P SAMAL 

A hut is made of mud walls And thatches, But for a poor man, is none Than a palace. A nest is made of twigs, leaves And grasses, But for each bird, is none  Than a palace. A hive is made of straws And wax scales, But for honeybees, is none Than a palace. A web is made of threads  Of spinnerets, But for a spider, is none Than a palace... Ants, mice, doves, eagles, Snails or squirrels; The home for each  is none Than a palace. - N P SAMAL 

Elephant's one big step Mayn't make its lot; But walking that length, Snails make a lot. Kangaroo's one big hop Mayn't make its lot; But hopping that length, Toads make a lot. Flamingo's one big fly Mayn't make its lot; But flying that length, Crows make a lot. Salmon's one big swim Mayn't make its lot; But swimming that length, Carps make a lot. Tiger's one big search  Mayn't make its lot; But searching that length, Foxes make a lot... Walk or hop or swim or fly, Don't overdo it, We're all hale and happy  To our own limit. - N P SAMAL 

Mama is proud of her  School of honor, But she's never happy with  The Hindi teacher.  With his huge tummy, He enters the class, Sitting on his chair, He passes gas.  Students laugh out loud  With his each fart, Angrily, he shouts at, "Don't be smart."  Belching with big burrrps, He stares at them, And gives them a chapter  To read and cram.  Legs on the table, he leans Back on the chair, And mouth wide open, He starts to snore.  Students make mischiefs, And talk nonsense, Mama bears whole torment  In silence.  A teacher is a teacher  Reverend ever, Mama reveres the Hindi teacher, But with him, happy never.  - N P SAMAL 

"Were you little like me, mom?", Mama said to her mother; "Yes, my doll, pretty like you. ", Mom said, Mama did wonder. "Will I be big like you, mom?", Mama said to her mother; "Yes, my doll, pretty like me.", Mom said, Mama did wonder. "Will I have a daughter like me?", Mama said to her mother; "Yes, my doll, pretty like you.", Mom said, Mama did wonder. "Will there be her dad with me?", Mama said to her mother; "Yes, my doll, pretty like yours.", Mom said, Mama did wonder. - N P SAMAL 

Sweet are birds in chirp  Or twitter, But sounds of beasts are  Sweet not to hear. Sweet are winds in hiss  Or whisper, But sounds of storms a re  Sweet not to hear. Sweet are rains in pitter  Or patter, But sounds of thunders are  Sweet not to hear. Sweet are crackers in whizz  Or sputter, But sounds of bombs are  Sweet not to hear. Sweet are words of praise  Or prayer, But songs of curse are  Sweet not to hear. Sweet are songs of love  Or cheer, But songs of warfare are  Sweet not to hear. - N P SAMAL 

Cocks crow at daybreak, Roosters doodle-do, Crows make caw-caw, Pigeons coo-coo-coo. Sparrows chirp, larks pipe, Coo-coo makes cuckoo, Ducks quack, geese crackle, Swans kloo-kloo-kloo. Nightingales warble happy, Koels koo-koo, Mourning doves in sad notes Sing hoo-hoo-hoo. Hummingbirds sweetly hum, Parakeets whistle, Mocking birds in arty voice Mock and mimic all. All birds till the evening  Sing high and low, Owls and bats sing not to Sleeping me and you. - N P SAMAL 

Studying for a long time, When Mama gets bored; A monkey sitting at window, Chatters with her. Playing for a long time, When Mama gets bored; A sparrow sitting on her lap, Merrily sings to her. Gardening for a long time, When Mama gets bored; A parrot waving its feathers, Raptly fans her. Eating  same for a long time , When Mama gets bored; A squirrel from a distance, Brings nuts for her. Mama loves animals, birds Like their sister, And she gets not bored for These friends of her. - N P SAMAL

I have a daughter, But none knows the name of her, How she looks, how she speaks, Where she lives - far or near. But I have a daughter, Though you know me one Without any nipper And see me alone, here,  There, e verywhere... I have a daughter  Famous by wisdom of her, By how she does utter, By her graceful behavior, With all human virtues,  She is so popular, And when you notice her, Lavishly you admire her, Though behind your jealousy, Your tone under. Believe it or not, But I have a daughter, With true feelings of a father; With true feelings of a daughter, She is given to me as her father, And we, by rites and rituals, Are tied tightly together, f orever, But behind the exposure... But please hope not to see her  With me o r me with her Some day, somewhere, for, We shall meet never, Should we live forever Or die a short time after! This is the Curse of the Creator.  - N P SAMAL 

Wave after wave, Comes sea with a roar; Wave after wave, Returns from the shore.                          Wave after wave,                          Comes storm with a roar;                          Wave after wave,                          Returns from our door. Wave after wave, Comes plague with a roar; Wave after wave, Returns from our cure.                         Wave after wave,                         Comes loss with a roar;                         Wave after wave,                         Returns from our valor. With waves of threats,                 Comes each danger; And returns from us,                 With just a roar.                                                  - N P SAMAL 

Shoot up pines, Shoot up oaks, Small and slender; But how they grow tall and tough To fame, and foster!  Sprout up seeds, spring up seedlings, Small and slender; But how they grow grand and green To fame, and foster!  Hatch up nestlings, come up wings, Small and slender; But how they grow feathery and flying  To fame, and foster!  Form up drops, flow up streams, Small and slender; But how they grow vast and veering  To fame, and foster!  Born are babies, bred are youngs, Small and slender; But how they grow strongly human  To fame, and foster!  Mama wonders at herself how she's Small and slender; And like others, she swears to grow To fame, and foster!!  - N P SAMAL 

Walk, walk, walk ahead Towards your goal; Slow and steady, but Laze not at all. Row, row, row ahead Towards your goal; Slow and steady, but Rest not at all. Drive, drive, drive ahead Towards your goal; Sharp and steady, but  Rush not at all. Pace, pace, pace ahead Towards your goal; Fast and steady, but Stumble not at all. Look, look, look ahead Towards your goal; Keen and focused, but Fret not at all. - N P SAMAL 

He never does wear a mask, And glares at you if you ask; When Mama sees the man, She calls him the pandemic man. Lock-down he doesn't fear And always moves here n there; When Mama sees the man, She calls him the pandemic man. He always eats in the open, With his hand bad n unclean; When Mama sees the man, She calls him the pandemic man. When come police on patrol, He quickly hides behind a wall; When Mama sees the man, She calls him the pandemic man. When came the pandemic man, Mama shouted in a big alarm; Her parents rushed in to find The man lived on footpath behind. They offered him food at the gate; No past or future is a beggar's fate! As he left with food in cheers, Mama's eyes became filled with tears.  - N P SAMAL 

With moisture filled in, When monsoon wind blows; Gayly glide dragonflies, Over farmland and lows. With goodness filled in, When monsoon cloud rains; Balsams bloom with others, Blossom fruit and grains.  With rhythms filled in, When monsoon rain falls; Frogs sing, birds call, Owls scream, stream babbles.  With bubbles filled in  When monsoon stream flows; Children revel wildly In glees, gleams and glows. With water filled in, When flow ponds and rivers; Fields generate crops, As make merry all farmers.  - N P SAMAL 

One day, Mama caught her father  Who was drinking beer, "It's bad, papa!", saying this, she Boxed her father's ear. One day, Mama caught her father  Who was smoking cigar; "It's bad, papa!", saying this, she Boxed her father's ear. One day, Mama caught her father Who was chiding her mother; "It's bad, papa!", saying this, she Boxed her father's ear. Now, Mama sees no bad manner In her obedient  father; "My good papa!", saying this, she  Daily hugs her father. - N P SAMAL 

Bell rang, teacher came And began calling name; Mama stood as first student As name calls down went. One after another all Attended the roll call; At the back, one Alfred  Nor stood, nor responded. Teacher became furious  And made at him a rush-- So angry and punishing, But gave him just a warning.  Mama went to the teacher  After the class was over; With her, Alfred went-- The school's naughty student.  Alfred fell at the teacher's feet, As Mama stood wishing and quiet; The teacher knew Mama's wish And forgave Alfred with advice.  - N P SAMAL 

Once Mama with her wings Long, strong n fast; Went up to the open air And flew full mast. At a lightening speed, Up in the sky; Clouds, clearings, crafts, planes, All she flew by. Over lands, mountains, seas Smokey and slipping; She soared to reach earth's end Where the sky's touching. But she couldn't reach, fast She flew however; Suddenly dark turned the whole, She could fly no more. Down did she plummet fast As wings stopped to fly; On her bed she found herself, Before she did cry. - N P SAMAL 

Reading in time, playing in time Are two habits of her; Tending plants every morning  Is a habit more. Eating right, dressing simple, Are two habits of her; 'Early to bed, early to rise' Is a habit more. Talking gentle, behaving well Are two habits of her; Upon none she gets angry  Is a habit more. Loving youngers, respecting elders Are two habits of her; Never she quarrels with her friends  Is a habit more. Speaking truth, listening morals Are two habits of her; Never she disobeys her parents  Is a habit more. Mama has more good habits To above habits of her; Keeping daily all good habits Is a habit more. - N P SAMAL 

Mickey Mouse once found her Under Tom Cat's paw; To protect her from his mouth, She barked, 'Bow!' 'Bow!'. The cat could not make out  What he just heard; Then in shock, he, for his life, Ran away like a mad! Mickey Mouse once found her, By a hawk, being hunted; To protect her from his claws, She acted herself dead. The hawk could not make out If he saw it right; Then in hatred, he left Micky  After a short wait.  - N P SAMAL 

LEAPFROG Leap, leap, leap like a frog But leap not into a pond; Leap, leap, leap over my back, My stoop beyond.  HOPSCOTCH  Hop, hop, hop like s Scotch, But hop not on the grass; Hop, hop, hop on the court, Across the rectangles. CAT N MOUSE CHASE Chase, chase, chase like a cat, But chase not your uncle; Chase, chase, chase the mouse Caught in the circle.  TUG OF WAR Tug, tug, tug like a warrior, But tug not a goat; Tug, tug, tug your rival By rope to your court. - N P SAMAL 

The kingfisher swoops down on A goldfish at play, But it dives down to the bed  With ha ha he he he! The tiger pounces upon A rabbit at play, But it dives into its burrow With ha ha he he he! The bobcat leaps upon A squirrel at play, But it slips into its hole  With ha ha he he he! The crocodile springs at A hippo young at play, But it hides behind its mom With ha ha he he he! The grey fox jumps upon A hedgehog at play, But it curls up into a ball With ha ha he he he! - N P SAMAL 

Comes, comes, comes the spring  With the cuckoo's song; Goes, goes, goes the spring  With hearts old n young. Comes, comes, comes the summer  With the blaze of sun; Goes, goes, goes the summer  Leaving the earth reborn. Comes, comes, comes the autumn  With showers of rain; Goes, goes, goes the autumn  Leaving greenery n grain. Comes, comes, comes the winter With spine-chilling cold; Goes, goes, goes the winter With homing birds young n old. Comes, comes, comes each season  With its traits, in turn; Goes, goes, goes each season, Over less to mourn, for more to yearn. - N P SAMAL 

Happy are grasshoppers to hop   on the grass, Happy are village herds to graze on the grass, Happy are little children to play  on the grass, Happy are the homeless to sleep  on the grass, Happy are tired workers to breathe  on the grass, Happy are busy bodies to gossip  on the grass, Happy are hailstones to twinkle  on the grass, Happy are dew drops to glisten  on the grass... Grass grows velvety soft and green, Grass protects the mother earth's skin. With beauty, fun, comfort and peace, Grass offers all rare happiness.  - N P SAMAL 

From school's morning nine Till school's closing time, In school's every discipline, Mama is famed. Mama is fine. For her, school is a pure shrine, She pays teachers her each esteem, In her school's holistic learning, She finds her whole wellbeing.  From books to bag, to her clothing, She keeps everything neat n clean; By all hobbies, heart n hygiene, She's so fine! She's so pristine! She never breaks her routine, She answers every question, Painting, dancing, singing, She does win. She does win. She's witty, wise n genuine, She does hate to be base n mean, She shares with others everything - From pocket money to lunch tiffin.  She picks virtues on daily routine; For her, cheating, lying, is a sin; No greed, no spite, no spleen, She's kind, she's fair, she's fine. She's glad of gain, yours or mine. She's sad of pain, yours or mine. She wins each heart, yours or mine. She's the school gem, fair n fine. - N P SAMAL 

Mama on the swing, fresh and fair, Swing her, swing her, full of care. Swing her, swing her, full of care, Swing her, swing her, up into the air. Swing her, swing her, up into the air, She'll see the skyline up over there. She'll see the skyline up over there, Blue sea, blue hills, lands plane n bare. Mama on the swing, fresh and fair, Swing her, swing her, full of care.  Swing her, swing her, full of care, Swing her, swing her, up into the air. Swing her, swing her, up into the air, She'll see her uncle's home up over there. Over there, She'll see her lovely aunt Showing on the swing many a rare stunt. Mama on the swing, fresh and fair, Swing her, swing her, full of care. Swing her, swing her, full of care, Swing her, swing her, up into the air. Up into the air, to the blue sky, Merrily with fairies, on will she fly. She'll fly on till she feels hungry, Then, down to  home for cakes, y ummy!! - N P SAMAL 

Flows river, flows sea, Mama gets never happy; When streams flow with bubbles, Mama chuckles, Mama chuckles.  Mama goes nowhere, Than her school or a fair; When told to go to her uncle's, Mama chuckles, Mama chuckles.  No food yummy...yummy, Or food however creamy; When papa brings spring rolls, Mama chuckles, Mama chuckles.  No TV, no mobile, no games, No birthday  gift or gems ; When papa gets her dolls, Mama chuckles, Mama chuckles.  When Mama gets angry, None can make her happy; When fondly papa calls, Mama chuckles, Mama chuckles.  - N P SAMAL 

As falls the light of morning sun, I can't help laughing at skipping fun Of, on the front roof, the Paul's son Jumping up with his bulky ton. His like father can't stay aloof And soon joins him, blowing ' ooph','ooph'; Two humpty-dumpties skip in full oomph, As vibrates with clumps the whole roof. Then comes hopping his like mother, Putting on a XXXL gym wear; Merrily the three plump characters  Swing the rope, like Dhoni in slug overs. The three Sumos wobble up each morn, With hissings of the China dragon; But bulkier goes each glutton As Covid lock-down, no end, goes on. - N P SAMAL 

One day, Mama with her father  Visited the city's annual fair; Such a grand winter fair That for them was rare! The two, father and daughter, Stepped into the city fair; So much dust, so much noise, They could see nothing nor hear! Hand in hand, father and daughter, Pressed against the city fair; So many stalls, so many people, They'd options not but to stare! Back to back, father and daughter, Writhed out of the city fair; So many games, so many rides, They chose to play next year. - N P SAMAL 

MAMA loves her English sir, Heart and mind, as her father; English sir, heart and mind, Loves Mama as his daughter.  LIMA loves her English sir, Heart and mind, as her father; English sir, heart and mind, Loves Lima as his daughter.  LONI loves her English sir, Heart and mind, as her father; English sir, heart and mind, Loves Loni as his daughter.  But, please do not wonder  That English sir has but one daughter : Lima is Mama, Loni is Mama; Three names, one daughter, one father.  - N P SAMAL 

God has given us eyes to see Things open, things hidden, In the sky, in the land, in the sea. God has given us ears  to hear Things loud, things quiet, Of the mouth, of the heart, of Nature.  God has given us nose to smell Things fresh, things pure, Of foods, of flowers, of all that heal. God has given us tongue to taste Things sweet, things real, From own labour, by own quest. God has given us skin to feel Things soft, things caring, Of love, of sympathy, of true will. - N P SAMAL 

Vicky and Ricky once at night, Walked toward the village bank right. The two boys who loved biriyani, Wanted to rob the bank of all money.  Vicky was carrying his toy gun, Ricky had with him a tool of iron. A huge lock hung on the bank gate, 'Beware of dog!', read the signplate.  Ricky started to yank the lock open, As they saw the dog'd somewhere gone. Creak,creak,the lock sounded hard, As barked from dark the canine guard. Bow, bow, came the dog bounding, The child thieves fled the bank, dirting.  - N P SAMAL

Sun has light grand and warm, Moon has light cool and calm. One is source, one resourse, For life, for peace, and for force. One gives health, one delight, By the day and by the night. One commands us, one controls, One sustains us, one enthralls.  One is powerful, one peaceful, One yields stick, one's love is rule... The devil is whole dark fortnight, I miss my moon and her light.  Storms do rob sun by mischief, Snatch my joy and give me grief.  But God does come, truth does live, Vices do die with evil motive. Forever is sun, forever is moon, Forever come they with their boon. The sun, the moon, the budding earth : My dad, my mom and me - all one path. - N P SAMAL 

Monday, Monday, For Mama, the Learn Day; Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, She learns values whole day. Tuesday, Tuesday, For Mama, the Trues Day; Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, She preaches trues whole day. Wednesday, Wednesday, For Mama, the Wellness Day; Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, She cares for health whole day.  Thursday, Thursday, For Mama, the Nurse Day; Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, She nurses others whole day.  Friday, Friday, For Mama, the Pray Day; Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, She prays for others whole day. Saturday, Saturday, For Mama, the Nurture Day; Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, She nurtures Nature whole day. Sunday, Sunday, For Mama, the Fun Day; Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, She plays through whole day.  That, every weekday, For Mama, the Freak Day, Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,  She makes each day a heyday. - N P SAMAL 

A color of rainbow is deep red; Life is a challenge, let's live unafraid.  A color of rainbow is orange; Life heals itself when cruelly strange. A color of rainbow is yellow; Life has got us sun to brightly grow. A color of rainbow is deep green; Life is Nature we grow and die in. A color of rainbow is sky blue; Life is short lived is heavenly true. A color of rainbow is indigo; Life is a harmony of all here grow.  A color of rainbow is violet; Life is but an ever-flowing spirit. Once in a time, flies the rainbow flag; Let's celebrate life by its strength n snag. - N P SAMAL 

One day, there sat a crow At Mama's study window, Long after a sparrow, And said,"Will you, Mama, now Please feed me on your chow?" Before she took some to throw, She naively beat her brow At the strange taste of the crow, While grains plentily grow ! Today, a pigeon at the window - No sparrow, no crow - She panics, in shock and sorrow, If some day, anyhow, This pigeon will also go - Same like sparrow and crow !! - N P SAMAL 

"Tweet! Tweet! Tweet! Tweet!", Little bird tweets at window, "Wake up, wake up, wake up, Mama! It's already morning now." "Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!", Little squirrel squeaks at window, "Wake up, wake up, wake up, Mama! It's already morning now." "Grump! Grump! Grump! Grump!", Little Mama grumps at window, "Don't you, please, break my sleep!  It's already morning, though." "Boo-hoo! Boo-hoo! Boo-hoo!", Mama's friends cry at window, "We'll never come here again! Now, we go. Now, we go." "Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!", Mama does rush to window, "My mom has kept sprouts for you. Please,don't go! Please, don't go!" - N P SAMAL 

Sing me a song, sing me a song, In honor of my father  Who works hard everyday  For my bread and butter.  Sing me a song, sing me a song, In honor of my mother  Who works hard everyday  For my care and career.  Sing me a song, sing me a song, In my parents' honor, Who work hard everyday  For my fun and future.  Sing me a song, sing me a song, For God, in His honor, Who grants my parents ever Health, happiness and rapture.  - N P SAMAL 

What a white, beautiful moon, The blue heavens' nightly bloom, Big, bright, round and full, That pours light soft and cool! That, every month, one night, Mama sits on the roof quiet, Eyeing the moon with great zest, As it moves from east to west. Dread her not ghostly lulls And eerie affairs of nocturnals; Sitting moveless like Newtown, Mama observes some unknown.  Behind her, at a distance, Two figures, on vigilance,  Sit whole night sleepless and mum - No other than her papa and mom. They yield to their daughter's craze And safeguard the infant sage, That, if on some fullmoon night, She might scale the lunar height!! - N P SAMAL 

Up, up, up it went, Up into the heavens; Up, up, up it flew, Mama's paper plane. Down, down, down it came, Mama's paper plane; Down, down, down it fell, Down onto the lane. Up, up, up it went Again and again; But long it never flew, Mama's paper plane.  Down, down, down it fell Again and again; On the lane lied in tatters, Mama's paper plane.  - N P SAMAL