My Poems

                     Tell Me Not Tell me not I was once a lad; An open sky that I once had, That offered me untold delight And lit my spirit day and night. Remind me not the days and nights That told me tales and flew my kites; Many a game that I did play With heart and soul unleashed and gay. Jog not my memory I once sailed Alone for miles and there beheld On either side, along the inlet, Many a willow and flowery thicket. Bring me not back the rights all lost,  All things that came by free of cost; Affection, love, all poured on me, Even when I was wilful, naughty. I'm in my time, leave me to suffer From weakness, bloating, bugs, whatever: Let me be in my dying yard; But tell not I was once a lad.   -- N P Samal 

Girl: Paint me not with your mischievous hue.  Boy: I spray not hue but love that's true.  Girl: Love me not, for untruthful is your soul.  Boy: No, to blot your skin is not my goal. Girl: But you can't reach my soul, however, within.  Boy: Least, let me pour on you my color bin! Girl: Your color on me will soon be re-colored.  Boy: Will be the last to erase if that occurred.  Girl: . ...................................... Boy: .. ....................................... By N P Samal 

THE PROWLER It looks to be that I will die today; And it did yesterday, the day ere that: I have been dying -- day-to-day replay -- Long since my life demurely doff'd its hat Before the all bemusing doubt of living,  That however I contrive my faith, It gives in to the doubt that's so imposing,  To be abandon'd at the mercy of death. Which route can I, however, hope to carve out? The siege by shortfalls, sharks, ill health, affliction  Is standing strong and age in early rout, And they have held me tight to life's decision... But know not why the prowler does not prowl,  As life does stagger on, bereft of soul. -- N P Samal