When You Have None Sonnet 152 The eyes do look, outspread, but fail to see If mountains have terrains or wooded face, And ears do hear when sounds a bird or bee, But listen none...; obscure is world's each trace Of sight and sound, and tasteless gets each taste; Yet pain of thousand scorpions' bites can't forge More than just ripples on the voided waste Of childless life: no love; to live no urge: Life is love and love is life, the twain Do split not; if did, there's no life, no love; While best of both is won if you have children, You're stripp'd of both without the filial trove: Nothing does weigh a worth when you have none; A grain is gold if you've a daughter or son. ©️ N P Samal