My Poems

               Happy New Year !                          Sonnet 148 The year's arrived her days and nights in trail. May they enter your life, one after one, Three sixty five times each, with bliss-fill'd pail,  Through glorious risings, settings of the sun, And waxings, wanings of the moon; in seasons All enchanting, but not scorching or chilling; With no floods, no storms, no quakes, no erruptions; May Nature be all caring, kind and offering ! May all you do produce the crops of progress,  Of beauty, love, peace and prosperity, And conflicts, crimes, accidents, and diseases Stay 'way from your path to immortality !  May you attain new heights of pride 'n' fame !  May this new year be written in your name !! ©️ N P Samal                      

The new is coming and the old is going, And in the transit's caught my woeful soul Fazed by the game the old did play and thinking Whether the new will take forth the old's toll Or heal my wounds fore'er with painful bites, And fill my bowl forever begging, empty And make my days delightful, with my nights; But comes he with a pledge, with failure goes he! Howe'er the transit plays a soothing buffer -- The plane of calm between uneasy slopes Of retreating foe and fear'd do-gooder --  As pains of my despairs are balm'd by hopes. Hence I do wish the transit lies no end; Better is life than being assured, declined.  ©️ N P Samal 

1: The Curse 2: What Bothers Death  3: Pain 2 4: Roars Of Win 5: Romance With Death  6: Dream  7: Pleasure  8: The Storm 9: Return Of Birds 10: Body  11: Fear 12: Tears Return 13: The Stoic 14: Blues Of Life  15: Beauty Of Being  16: Acid 17: The Immortal  18: My Friend's Death  19: A Child Of Me  20: I Shall Not Live 21: Nature 22: Death 23: Death Will  24: The Cannibal Soil 25: The Tongue  26: Being Selfish  27: Fortune 28: What Is Yours?  29: My Life Is Going 30: Soul  31: Yet To Be Free  32: Memories  33: When I Am Dead  34: Happiness  35: Realities  36: Beauty Fades Not  37: Live Your Life  38: Wants  39: Subjection  40: The Habitat 

Humans have been evolving, and for aeons, As 'gainst each other species who've remain'd  The same--same fur, same face, same food, same sense And been to sex, play, nest and rest confined. But humans have not been the same tree-dwellers, Who have transform'd them into present wise men From monkeys, hominins, habilis, erectus...; And after Earth now occupying the heaven. And homolution is not here to cease; As humans ain't yet cleansed of things that's mortal-- Violence, wrath..., things animals possess; But to go on till they have turn'd immortal, When each will further turn a Human God, Although at present it appears absurd. -- N P SAMAL