My Poems

 You ask my choice if God or health, that one I've got to pick, not both of them, no care Health will be my For where there's health, innately God is there.

A glowy yard with joyful noises of children, In place of usually silent scary dark, Enticed me much, and I, a toddler then, Moved with my tiny steps' each forward jerk. Out glow'd there many lamps with charmy lights, And crackers sparkling in red, green, and yellow, To fill my budding heart with all delights, As booms had mom take me away from the show, DIWALI; I did later know all, by names, And many legends of this festival Of lights, when we show off the victory flames Of knowledge o'er ignorance, good o'er evil... Now...I do mean it's all but mundanely funs, A night to fete the victories of the demons. -- N P Samal 

Sometimes by a solitary road, sometimes Along a dragging street, smart thoroughfare; With many a note of rhythms, tones, and rhymes, That I do sing my soul in light or dark bare. And my renditions haven't been heedful wandering  Into forbidden wastelands, wilds, or graveyards; And no hissing, roaring, cooing, or chirping Of humans, animals, insects, and birds Has shaken my songs -- in mournful elegy, Or prayerful hymn, or exultative paean -- Though none have heard me yet or seen me Singing, inside my car -- a childless man Inside the vagabond van -- much sweeter home, Than mansion, that conceals my grief and gloom.  -- N P Samal 

Life from unknown, with death back to unknown, Like a  God is the race's greatest healing idea, Which aids all, from a pauper to a mafia.  -- N P Samal 

He was born, our country in the British grip, To a feudal lord who shower'd freedom o'er What earn'd the honor of the largest fief, His people's loving him as a God-like zamindar. And ninety years my uncle did sojourn -- On this unfairly Earth that even sends back The good; as went down the last majestic sun, Burying the whole inside a lifeless dark -- Has multiplied my grandpa's noble 'state; Not by the acreage, but by the essence  The human beings will NOT be human without: A love-truth-peace-grants-fill'd inheritance; That my nurtured-well cousins will carry from, Though dies my longing for my uncle's home.  -- N P Samal