My Poems

In boughs of chakunda, in grassy hillock,  Sometimes, amidst the herd of grazing goats, Nestled is he, the poet, if his prize stock Designs his verses with brilliant quaint notes, As sounds and sights of pastoral elegance  Become vibrant with moral blooms and beauties Of sinless rural folk with pure conscience  And life with arts of nature-made luxuries. And he, from height of fame as 'Goat-herd Poet', Observes his playful goats in wonderment How they've put on his head the crown of a laureate, 'So fill'd up his once poor life with enrichment... Herd grows, wealth grows, grows soulful poetic number, But none has notes on goats being slain by the butcher. - N P Samal

The mind has seen the noose as 'Great Escape'-- Can anything be merrier, than suicide,  And more assuring a success to dupe The selfish world of hatred, cant and greed? Should earth's all mundane forces gather up Will founder to frustrate the speed and force, Neither can charm the mind the whole gift of The planet's inestimable resource. For, heaven is on the other side of the noose -- The doorway to the blissful othering, With smile it greets with its door open and loose; Once tight, will fool each shoddy, sinful earthling.  And, suicide, by the time, begets many a winner, Over betrayal, untruth, and trauma and torture. -- N P Samal

The sighs of love flow from your heart betray'd -- For her who slapp'd hard on your deaden'd face -- And loving words from mind broken and dead, With wishes for her of the Almighty's grace: How beautifully you do own these two, That, God would put virtues of His on bargain! A human, you, unlike the rest, do flow Your rotting body for the selfish canine! Your handsomeness, that many Eves did drool o'er, And bones and muscles of a famous myth, Who could have thousand hearts and minds to conquer,  Have fail'd ere own, though stung hard by betrayed faith: My love and respect for your heart and mind -- The key signature of the humankind.  -- N P Samal