The Light That Guides My Soul (Sonnet) Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

Thou art the moon that lights my shadowed soul,
Dispelling gloom that clouds my weary mind.
Thy argent rays through darkened silence stroll,
A grace divine, so rare, so hard to find.

Thou art the stream through which my spirit flows,
With hallowed drops that soothe my thirsting breast.
In every wave thy boundless passion shows,
Reviving dreams where weary thoughts find rest.

Like blessed rain upon my fevered brow,
Thou fall'st to calm the tempest of my care.
Thy voice—a nightingale on twilight's bough—
Doth lift my soul with music rich and rare.

Within my heart thy blooming garden grows—
Thy love, my muse, my wings, my living rose.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@June24,2025.