WHEN YOU HAVE NONE : SONNET 152

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.

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TELL ME NOT

Tell Me Not Tell me not I was once a lad; An open sky that I once had, That offered me untold delight And lit my spirit day and night. Remind me not the days and nights That told me tales and flew my kites; Many a game that I did play With heart and soul unleashed and gay. Jog not my memory I once sailed Alone for miles and there beheld On either side, along the inlet, Many a willow and flowery thicket. Bring me not back the rights all lost, All things that came by free of cost; Affection, love, all poured on me, Even when I was wilful, naughty. I'm in my time, leave me to suffer From weakness, bloating, bugs, whatever: Let me be in my dying yard; But tell not I was once a lad. -- N P Samal

THE RETURN : RHYME 100

Infants gambol about their home With blooms and toys, But they return to mom's bosom For the real joys. Children frolic about the streams, In meads and hedges, But to their home they return for Their real flowerage. Youths do rush about crazy for World's whole treasure, But they return for real living To own life and career. Adults get sunk into the labour With dedication, But this's the return to raise well Their own children. The old trudge about the yard Of their nursing shed, But lastly they return for rest To their death bed. -- N. P. SAMAL

MAMA'S FRIENDS GO TO SCHOOL : RHYME 90

Mama's Friends Go To School Mama says no to the monkey who wants To go to her school, The monkey gets piqued and makes 'Growl, growl, growl!' Mama says no to the squirrel who wants To go to her school, The squirrel gets piqued and makes 'Growl, growl, growl!' Mama says no to the parrot who wants To go to her school, The parrot gets piqued and makes 'Growl, growl, growl!' Mama says no to the sparrow who wants To go to her school, The sparrow gets piqued and makes 'Growl, growl, growl!' But all her friends go behind her As she leaves home, And look at her through the window From outside classroom. Mama angrily tells them to go back From her school, But they get piqued and make 'Growl, growl, growl!' ©️ N P Samal

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