My Dear Love (Sonnet) Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

O, cease thy sorrow, gentle heart, despair not,
For I shall dwell where thou dost call my name;
No mortal chain can bind my spirit's knot,
Nor earthly power confine love's sacred flame.
I am the first warm draught in winter's chill,
The summer's shower, soft on parched fields of gold,
The whispering breeze that stirs the daffodil,
The jasmine's breath, whose scent doth hearts enfold.
Why weep, my love? Repent thy grief and pain—
Seek me within thy soul's deep, secret bower;
I am the dream that soothes thy weary brain,
Unshaken by falsehood's venomous power.
As long as love doth reign within thy breast,
Know this: I shall remain, and never rest.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@June14,2025