My Poems

                            Liberation My hands are failing what they want to do, If I did see some fruits on a leaning tree; And legs can't move, if I'm in a hurry to Get to a place of value or need to see A doc when belly meets a dreadful pain: Each portion of my body, outer or inner, Is on retreat and sliding down the drain Of aging to the mouth of the Grim Reaper, And they will never form me again to dance And play and sing, or see the Nature's beauties And hear her pleasant numbers swallowed once. Gladly, however, mind does bear no worries, Rather it functions stronger by the day, To house me, over earth, in Heaven's lay. ©️ N P Samal 

Driver's Prayer (1) Oh God, Let me be with You, not with the demon! Let me learn from You, not from the demon! Let me be with sense, not with folly! Let me be disciplined, not unruly! Let me be calm, not excited! Let me be broad, not narrow-minded! Let me be patient, not impatient! Let me be acceptive, not violent! Let me be careful, not careless! Let me be mindful, not mindless! Let me feel that others are like me! Let me be for them alert and wary! Let me be law-abiding, not an offender! Let me obey the traffic, not create disorder! Let me realize that money is life's essence! Let me not waste money by causing accidents! Let me not use mobile while driving! Let me not be urgent for call-answering! Let me in no case drive on the wrong side! Let me keep gap from others long and wide! Let me be mindful of vehicle maintenance! Let me refrain from taking any chance! Let me drive slow, not drive fast! Let me live long, not shortly last! Let me remember my blood are over there! Let ...

The Line I am living yond the rounded line That runs around my matter-fitted body: A serene state where everything is fine And fair and charmy and grandly does embody The vast abode that decks the gracious Infinite, As soul is plushly touch'd by subtle particles. And I ain't going back from this lifeful Ultimate  To gloomy world which by its mundane tentacles Of losses, wants, privations, pains and sufferings, Of wars, aggressions, foulings, genocides Does strangle life to death or tragic livings: Thank God the line does run between  the divides,  My mind delighting in the deathless heaven And body -- I don't mourn -- by hell partaken. ©️ N P Samal