My Poems

Robot Sonnet 190

Money Sonnet 189

Acid Sonnet 188 Beauty is lost! Acid has burnt the face And made the woman ugly, scary forever. Is there an answer with the human race: Will her fate again to gayness alter? She has been forced a living worse than death, And her rewarded plight is she can't die; Beneath her crimped skin is strain'd each breath, Each beat, and she can neither smile nor cry. And there are many a woman of such fate, Surviving with the pain of the mortal wound Acid has wreak'd on them; but limp's the state, Blind its frolicking men who feel are booned. Whoe'er are there to counter for a change,  As pours on more the liquid of revenge? ©️ N P Samal 

 Twenty Fifty  Sonnet 187 Sapiens are closing in on twenty fifty, But know not what the year has kept for them; In their mind the ephemera's nest of history, So they can't see eternity's landing emblem; Nor can hear the brain's untold prediction,  That life'll fore'er be rid of the grip of death. Oh, wake up for the deathless New Creation, To say goodbye to death  do hold the wreath! The elixir's coat on Earth the year will lay, Whereupon one once born will live forever; The men of science are working night and day,  To create the world's supremest wonder. Just stay safe till the emergence of the Fountain; If you haven't died, you WILL be young again. ©️ N P Samal