Art thou a dream, or shadow in the glade,
That walks through golden fields where sunlight glows?
In dew-kissed winds, thy trembling forms cascade,
The river bends and greets thy gentle flows.
At sunset's edge, the rainbow slowly dies
The tired sky turns pale, the evening sighs
Then thou dost rise as morning in my eyes
And leave thy quiet music where it lies
The sun's first rays drift softly through the pane
Your tender touch revives my hidden fire
They warm the earth and sweep away the rain
And lift my soul with hope that climbs up higher
O come, eternal, ever-new, my light
You hold my spirit, endless as the night.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India
Copyrights@ January 31,2026.
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