Temple Of Love (Sonnet) Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

Within the temple of my tender heart,
Love plays with mirth upon my soul's still strings.
Like swans that in a sacred lake depart,
My silent words take flight on gentle wings.

From rose-filled gardens blooming deep inside,
Their fragrance drifts to earth in soft perfume.
As pigeons bask where golden sunbeams bide,
My feelings bathe in peace and gently bloom.

Within the sky where thoughts of childhood soar,
Pure honesty and kindness rise in flight.
They watch where shadows spread their subtle war,
To break the spell of hate and bring in light.

So I shall sing of Love and beauty's flame,
And sow sweet peace in every human name.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@June12,2025