My Poems

Magna Carta Sonnet 186 Many a century ere -- in twelve fifteen -- One mighty king did humbly sign a paper, Subjecting him to law, which did begin The never-ending reign of the 'Great Charter' Over the world, and till today, each tyrant, Who did try to hold the fate of people  In their own hand, along with their each mutant, Has been condemn'd to perish in the manacle  Or be the hangman's sumptuous meal, no flaw. And the chariot of the Charter's running, Bearing the victory flag of the Rule of Law, With time with stronger force, more sharp, more telling... And the sub-mutants soon will die to its wrath Though they essay to turn aside its path. ©️ N P Samal 

            The Third Is Coming                        Sonnet 185 Men did take a solemn promise on The carcass of the First World War to bury Wars forever dead beneath the lawn Of order, peace, accord and prosperity, But the Second soon did tear apart The brittle surface of the failed promise And with technology-augmented art Did cause more mayhem, carnage and catastrophes. Today each one does dread the Third in prospect, But none does know how to avert the Coming As the savage genes have held the intellect Inside the heavy cell of The Netherworld's king. This time, beware, The War is with the Doomsday. Stop it if you can, or call God, if He may! ©️ N P Samal 

                       Suicide 2                       Sonnet 184 What emotion does your thinking mind Connect to a suicide, soundly, if not anger, More than grief or pain or other kind, In each leaf of suicides' bulky folder ? Please say if suicide ain't a self-destruction If any doubt has crept in your reasoning, And a destruction owing not to the action Of anger, if the fact is still blurring ? But, truly, anger on your self does follow Its failure of inflicting a harm on me, If I have done the same on you. And swallow May you your anger once, next it'll be irky. And fail again and 'gain, a vengeful beast  You will grow to kill me, or self, at least. ©️ N P Samal