My Poems

                   Vishwakarma                                   Sonnet 167 He is the builder of the Universe  And therefore Vishwakarma is His name; He has built the Earth, her splendrous neighbours Inside the boundless Architectural Frame. And earthlings worship Him in most devotion For motors, mansions, mills, all mundane builds; But more construction goes with more destruction; To spoilage, wastes, do drain all Lordly yields. If construct does He, whoe'er destroys? Whoever brings forth cyclones, floods and quakes And hands out mortars, missiles, bombs to guys, That down each harbor, home instantly breaks? If Vishwakarma, then there's One to honor  Who will touch not Lord's resources, labor.  ©️ N P Samal  

The truth of life that fills our existence Is prone to fatal lies till death, from birth; We know not if untruth is our essence,  As each survives on certitudes of Earth. Some force, for sure, reposeless day and night, Does This universe is purely an illusion, Wherein each thing is known now, then unknown.  ©️ N P Samal 

For you the doll was just a doll, none else, Made of synthetic stuff and dress'd in nylons But when I put my daughter's soul in it, The doll And I did bury deep my daughter under The rubbish of my hapless life forever.  ©️  N P Samal