WHITHER IS LIFE MOVING? : SONNET 157

Life is on move--like time--through you, through me,

Through all alive now on this mortal Earth,

And has been ceaseless from the belly of the sea,

Aeons ago, and moves through deaths and births.

And microbes who first grew knew not why they grew

Long after the creation of the universe,

And died, as life moved on passing through

Animals, plants, bees, birds, to lastly reach us.

Yet life's on move and cares not who is living

And how, and moves through fortunes, fames, and pleasures,

'So, kindlessly, through plights, pains, sorrows, sufferings,

And stops not even at deaths of mightiest masters.

Comes one from the womb, to grave one goes,

But whither life does move no body knows.

-- N P Samal

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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

MAMA'S FRIENDS GO TO SCHOOL : RHYME 90

Mama says 'No!' to monkey who wants To go to her school, The monkey gets piqued and makes 'Growl, growl, growl!'. Mama says 'No!' to squirrel who wants To go to her school, The squirrel gets piqued and makes 'Growl, growl, growl!'. Mama says 'No!' to parrot who wants To go to her school, The parrot gets piqued and makes 'Growl, growl, growl!'. Mama says 'No!' to sparrow who wants To go to her school, The sparrow gets piqued and makes 'Growl, growl, growl!'. But all her friends do go behind her As she leaves home, And look at her through the window From outside the classroom. Mama angrily tells them to go back From her school, But they get piqued and make 'Growl, growl, growl!'. - N P SAMAL

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