Can I retrieve what once from me was torn?
Is sacred love but ash upon the breeze?
Must I in silence weep, alone, forlorn,
While stars still burn beyond the daylight's seas?
Let me once more become a rooted tree,
Within thy garden fair, in fragrant grace,
Or be a bird whose song flows wild and free,
To pour my soul in music through the space.
Though now my skies wear veils of sable hue,
Thy silver beams may pierce my night with flame.
And I shall dream in rainbow shades anew,
Still whispering love's softly spoken name.
Though time shall turn all beauty into dust,
These verses shine—love's legacy and trust.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@June08,2025.
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