INCOMPLETE SONNETS

107: All That Entertains

Pork does entertain your soul and beef

My soul, while neither entertains the soul

Of theirs

109: The Curse

112: What Bothers Death

113: Pain 2

114: Roars Of Win

115: Romance With Death

116: Dream

117: Pleasure

118: The Storm

119: Return Of Birds

120: Body

121: Pleasure 2

122: Fear

123: Mortal Tears

124: Tears Return

126: The Stoic

127: Blues Of Life

128: Beauty Of Being

130: Acid

131: The Immortal

132: My Friend's Death

133: A Child Of ME

134: I Shall Not Live

136: Nature

137: Death

138: Death Will

140: And I Buried My Doll

145: The Cannibal Soil

146: Meaning Of Life 2

149: The Tongue

150: Being Selfish

151: Fortune

153: What Is Yours?

154: My Life Is Going

155: Soul

156: Yet To Be Free

158: Body 2

164: Memories

165: When I Am Dead

170: Happiness

174: Realities

179: Beauty Fades Not

184: Live Your Life

187: Wants

190: Subjection

197: The Curse

198: The Habitat

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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

KISS ME, PLEASE!

Woo-hoo...! Kisss you...u...u...u...??? Oh, I'm being frenzical !!! My slavering tongue is jerking fast And my quivering lips are pouting out With booms of kisses in the air -- Ummah...! Ummah...! Ummah...! Just yesterday, an okay got my promise. Today is the chance no way to miss. And ready is my basket with pecks, Lip-locks, French kisses, and other varieties... I'm also ready for the lizard kiss, And the kiss of the Spider man... And I'm sure I won't beg like Big B -- (Juma, chumma de de chumma...), This is my right to kiss I earn'd this week. I shall kiss like one Dhoom 2's Hritthik-Aash's, Although I envy Emraan's 'Murderous' thriller kiss... I'm ready with my balmy lips, Strawberry flavour'd, To be the biggest smoocher Of do hazaar chhabees... And I have hidden the cracks On my wintry lips To save from rashes My Valentine's softy cheeks... Well with flushed up teeth, With cleaned up tongue, With exotic ...

THE RETURN : RHYME 100

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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