The Bird Will Sing No More (Sonnet) Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

In the firmament of your tender heart,
I'd soar like birds that sing the morning light,
And drink from springs where healing waters start,
Then fill the skies with joy in endless flight.

I'd be the summer rain on burning days,
To touch your blazing soul with cooling balm,
And fall in silence through the golden haze,
To leave behind a trail of peace and calm.

I'd bloom as roses in your dreaming land,
Where love runs deep beneath the sunlit trees,
And let you hold my soul within your hand,
While I am carried on the gentle breeze.

You may not know—but still I love you so:
You are my dream wherever I may go.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@July03,2015.