Sovereign Spring (Sonnet) Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

O Spring, though tempests shake this mortal clay,
Thy breath revives the rose from winter's gloom;
With silent steps, thou steal'st the frost away,
And mak'st the barren soul thy verdant room.

Thou weavest green through sorrow's ashen veil,
And crown'st the leafless trees with living gold;
Thy laughter floats on lark-born notes that sail,
While grief lies hushed beneath thy blossoms bold.

Come, sovereign Spring, with healing in thy wing—
Anoint the wounds where plague and shadow tread;
Let rivers rise, let every root now cling
To threads of hope where all but joy lay dead.

Descend, divine, where hearts in silence burn,
And teach this dust what life must still relearn.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@March12,2025.