My Poems

       Let's Continue To Invent Human invention goes long, and long back Into the Paleoliths, the first inventors, And their stone tools have well transform'd the pack Into the present artful ambassadors  Of God to recreate them never dying, With their mind that's being creative yet more By the time; the bionic human being Already now, the Man God well in store. Beware! the mind congested with the kind Of ego, hatred, anger, fear, or sorrow  Is barren, and free from them will be divined  With Charm to make each to immortally grow. If we are not, our children shall be deathless, And bring us back to life from Death's strong fortress. ©️ N P Samal 

SANJAY Sonnet 226 Tell me one friendless on this shared abode, A king, a tramp, or any other soul? No, you can't; even not the lines of God Do tell us one; and do ransack the whole, Friend like Sanjay very few can get, The treasure God is kind to give to me, That I though naive am judged intelligent,  Potent though weak and wealthy though beggarly. And why not when your friend does a Hercules: His words do flow with forceful wit and logic, And heavyweights do fall; he leads the masses: A leader in action in the great republic. I'm proud of Sanjay, and at times do I dream If I were Sanjay, or least one like him! -- N P Samal 

                 WHITE POISON Many a food have I consumed with joy of soul And always craved, to date, for their each bit, For they are charged with sugar; search the whole Can any earthly good equal their merit? The name is sugar, the very Soul of Taste! And bereft of Soul a food ain't food; And I've not left a day to go to waste By not having any sugary good... But little did I know that sugar kills And its fatal bites no cure can thwart; And I've begun the countdown, as it drills  Me -- my kidneys, eyes, each vessel, heart... And I do warn you all ere my last breath, That D for Diabetes, D for Death. ©️ N P Samal 

WAR OR PEACE ? Sonnet 223 Does truly peace denote absence of war, Or war is vital to establish peace? The latter seems to feed the human lore As wars have been let go on a free leash.  Many a war are fought all hard and harsh, Midst noisy cheers and clappings from the stand; Many are won and many lost, if wars Are the most entertaining games of the land. And when one game dissolves, another starts, Yet more intense, with more drones, mortars, cruise'; And hurt or hammer'd, when a player parts, No pause, more players rush to fill the shoes. And gone are ages, peace is yet to occur, For it is wholly drown'd in martial pleasure. ©️ N P Samal