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THE BIRD : SONNET 182

                        The Bird                        Sonnet 182 There resides a bird inside my body,  And has grown up  eating what I eat And drinking what I drink, and daily, nightly Does do whate'er I do; from home to street Where'er I move that it with me does wander, With me it sits and stands; in full agreement With me that it resides, in pain and pleasure; In sadness it is sad, in wellness content... Yet for what stake it loves the tiny space My body affords, while it has wings to fly To the boundless sky and live with grace On all the things the eternal world does 'ply? Howe'er, a mortal, open stands the door; Know once it flies out, I will be no more. ©️ N P Samal

WHERE AM I : SONNET 181

                   Where Am I?                       Sonnet 181 Haunts my mind the question -- where am I? Where am I between when life on Earth Began and when whole life fore'er will die, That Earth will see no further death or birth? Came the beginning aeons after the Cosmos Was born, and aeons thence the early humans, But I didn't come then, nor the world's across  Will I await to watch the Comeuppance, If each beginning earns its fated ending; Now I have come, now I will go, for certain,  Though not sure when all will come to Nothing; How long am I then from the final curtain?  Or lodging in the mortal part of Nature, Ere comes the Deathless World of the Creator? ©️ N P Samal 

ENTERTAINMENT, COME WHAT MAY: SONNET 180

Entertainment, Come What May                       Sonnet 180 Beef does entertain your soul and fish My soul while neither entertains the soul Of those who feed on fruits and greens with relish. And do remember how the beastly Mongol Was entertained by plunders, rapes, and bloodbath,  And ruthless Hitler by the ethnic cleansing,  While the Buddha walk'd the joyous path Of truth, compassion, oneness, love and giving.  Diverse are entertainers, and diverse Are the entertained, but entertainment  Remains the only motor for all riders Of the mankind van; and, true, the moment The motor stops, then all will swiftly die -- The young, the old; the good, the bad; the brave, the shy. ©️ N P Samal