My Poems

Once born The poetic soul does write on Poem after poem Love as longing, passion the propeller And travels the philosopher  With the music of literature Second to none As blithely instinct does run Frolicking through  The swarming of words: The soul writes on...on and on... In lovelock, lovelost, or lovelorn The poet once born, once born, once born. -- N P Samal 

Lending and borrowing: Each has a goal to reach From base to nobleness  And rides the back of reciprocity  Set in the breathing societal system  Vis-a-vis culture and education  Yet many times imbalance rules Effected by human greed Or helpless need.

The tincture's there, that very tincture in  The flow Behind our laugh  Our breath  Yes, human species are how by this tincture-- The     law of Nature.

I love the ones who feel no need of me, Yet heart downpours my love on the needy.