The Golden Realm Of Childhood (Sonnet) Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

I still behold the dawn of early years,
When joy's pure fountain flowed without alloy,
And all the world was free from woe and fears—
A cradle rocked by love, a realm of joy.

My parents' arms, like Eden's gentle grace,
Enfolded me beneath the blossomed boughs.
The cuckoo's hymn would charm the woodland's face,
And I would echo back her tuneful vows.

I danced in summer's rain with barefoot glee,
In winter's hush I warmed by ember's gleam.
At dusk, I played where sun kissed earth and sea,
And rhymes I spoke drew praise like starlit dream.

Though years may fade, their glow shall never cease—
My childhood dwells in memory's golden peace.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@June20,2025.