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

Once would the bird soar freely through my sky,
And sing a tune composed for me with care;
Her syruped notes would lift my soul on high,
Then vanish softly through the morning air.

Within the greenest branches of my soul,
She'd rest her wings and pour her trembling heart;
Her song, like winds, in tender whispers roll,
And bloom like spring within my secret chart.

But lo! A hunter came with ruthless aim,
And pierced her breast while music filled the air;
She fell from joy into a cage of shame,
And he looked on with bright, possessive stare.

Now mourns my sky in robes of silent gray,
For songs once sweet have faded far away.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@July01,2016.