My Poems

Who was the man whom God did first appear, Second, third, fourth...and who the last has been To see? or is He present e'er, everywhere,  That some 'mong us can see, to some unseen? Or none has ever seen, for them who ain't lucky? If any have, how then is He diverse -- In form, in gospel, that the lucky do vary  In clothes, foods, religions, deeds and cultures? And why crimes, 'gainst humans and by humans? Did He instruct for if He at all show'd up? If did, does He need us for His existence? Then why if He doesn't? we sole have cook'd up. Sole for our pains and gains have we devised  God Who hides when we lose blood, suck blood, spill blood. -- N P Samal 

For a revenge, acid of course is cheaper  And easy to avail, though more fulfilling  A defense for the pride of the avenger, Right against the betrayal's fatal striking. But all avengers ain't unlearn'd and ugly; For a revenge, they've stored enough patience  To recreate them to the betrayer's envy, One more glorious than acid response. Yet for some men love is a God's commandment, That they account revenge a sinner's deed, As their own death appears a sacrament-- In forgiveness and sufferance or suicide.  Yet, love that's lost shall not come back to you, For you ain't worthy, albeit your love is true. -- N P Samal 

Is your life different, if you're a king, From the life of one who is living a peasant If life is other than how one is living-- With pains or pleasure, with riches or wants? But life for us is what our living does mean, So our lives are not what our ancestors' were, Nor same the elderly's as that of children; What else than birth and death do we all share? Earth's all microbes, animals, birds, plants; What do our lives o'er theirs then justify? And if by life diverse from them are humans, Then why do we kill us more than we die? The taller ever in me gets the questioner, As life on Earth goes longer, deeper, denser. -- N P Samal 

Long time ere, one was born as Sri Narayan In one place; far away, one as Jayashree; And they did grow, to each other unknown, And, as a marriage made in Heav'n, did marry; Two earthly humans, not the god and goddess, Only their names, in 'namkarans' confer'd, On Earth a greatly rare Divine Coincidence, But what in them was, or is, the goal of God?  That, He didn't give them any child, 'til too late, Then, soon from them did He take 'way their daughter; As they now question their all painful fate, That has render'd them live on childless fore'er: What when they will die will leave behind, Else than the irony of this rare name-blend? -- N P Samal 

Live your life however you do live, If strong or weak, or rich or poor,

'Rashmirekha' may mean the line of light Down the dark heav'n, in sheer illumination, That in a bit does vanish from our sight; But which can match this beaut phenomenon? In strength, in power, and in character? That, Indra, th' king of gods, or mighty Zeus, Do with this lightning bolt enforce their power And kill the enemies of this universe.  And...this daughter's birth, an Earthly event, Is as phenomenal as the glorious flame, That, too, for life creates on Earth all aliments: Be it this's why her father gave her this name. And she's all what her name does signify; World shall no fail notice her glory one day.   -- N P Samal 

War cries do sound than words of peace more keen, More weapons're made than life-sustaining fodder, Earth's more an Armageddon than an Eden, And there're more human kills than deaths by Nature. Into such Earth was I once born; afraid  Of rumbles, roars, 'so wailings, I did grow; And dialogs, sermons, protests...all have ended, But wars shan't end, only to see, to know. Many a war, in many a form, is fought, O'er many a matter, if are born to fight All earthly humans, being overt or covert, Whate'er else to the brutes can grant delight? Delighted all by flows of blood and tears, And more they flow more manic do get wars. -- N P Samal 

"My wife!", yes, there's a zest in my address,  As you do hear me utter 'wife' with 'my', And they do sound to me so fond for mistress; What a strength in these two words does lie ! And what a thrill in my addressing them, If I've been given Divine Authorization !! The phrase's for me become a sacred anthem, Is new to feel its each enunciation. Why not? she's the lifeblood for my survival; Whoe'er yet can survive without his woman? All the more, I'm not of me a half at all, That, she has modeled me an absolute man. In sound or still, the chant comes in a thousand,  In race with her addressing me "my husband". -- N P Samal