YOUR SELFIES : RHYME 74

I SEE YOU --

On the edge of cliff

On the roof of reef

Down melting glacier

Your head in mouth of man-eater;

I SEE YOU --

In front of speeding train

On fins of flying plane

At every low and height

On wings of Time's each flight;

I SEE YOU --

With rising-and-setting sun

At bright-and-tawny horizon

With living-nonliving-all matters

In your palm is the whole universe...

I SO SEE --

Your selfies your greener pasture

Your selfies your basic shelter --

In your selfies your each posture

In your selfies your each gesture

In shows of your each cut manner

Stately does stand the vogue Nature --

So worth-some, so unique, so sole

So unbeatable for one and all --

With looming of your self

In picture-perfect statuettes

Taller, larger, fancier you stand

Than all humanity's greats.

THEN I SEE --

Each of your selfie has your picture

With kind of a grin weird and insecure!

Your selfies have turned all bone dry

Clouds of Autumn do not spray

Your hope turning into despair

Of an unpaid pro from gay amateur!

Is it your course as self-endorser

Or from trials of life a smart departure?

THEN YOU FIND --

World doesn't see you as you see

I don't know you, you don't know me.

- 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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