My Poems

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 

Sugar and salt -- the double souls of taste H for Heart-attack when goes last breath, And D for Diabetes, D for Death.

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