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.

MEGALOMANIA The tincture's there, that very tincture flows In every vein of sapiens sapiens fast; If got a chance, as there a maxim goes, One'd be a fierce dictator to the last. The human species are how by this tincture Behave; that hides beneath our laugh and love; Nothing can fish out that very law of Nature, Neither can nuns or nobles go above. And weak are they in which this tincture sleeps, And when awaked does make you a power-hungry Maniac, and you can't see the woes and weeps; Your manic feet on march like tyrants of history. Admit that there's in you the hungry demon; A taste of power, he will trample each human. ©️ N P Samal