My Poems

            Wayanad's Shruti Unlucky Shruti lived on a hillside Along with her beloved family And one day fast the hill did slide All o'er and, barring her, did bury Her parents, siblings, others own; That the disaster left her lone And she could see as sun next shone. Is it her triumph over tragedy? Unlucky Shruti cried lifeless -- A single woman aged twenty -- A good young man felt her distress And gave her solemn oath to marry. He went to town for things of wedlock, But to be kill'd by a speeding truck... At last a govt. job in her luck. Is it her triumph over tragedy?                                                      ©️ N P Samal 

LOVE DAYS Each day of love would break with balmy light, As sun would rise upraising my libido, Among the bows of hemlocks' perching height Would render babblers, koels, as the shadow  O'the intersecting night would vanish over Roses and strawberries and her in my embrace. And I would see her face on the golden water O'the lazy river, smiling with my face, And hear her giggles sizzling pheromones All over me, and love would we till sun Went home... But gone has she and gone has aeons; Sun comes, but comes not she; those days are gone! But lost though old, here I relish, by all ways, The new beloved and many-hued new love days. ©️ N P Samal