The Search For Thee (Sonnet) Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

O my dear soul, I sought thee o'er and o'er,
At times thou walked beside me, hand in hand.
Yet like the hail, thou vanished into pour,
Then wept I tears that carved me where I stand.

My dream was shattered—heart turned cold as stone,
Yet Hope arose and bid me dream anew.
But mirage-like, the vision fled, full-grown,
Still I pursued, and found myself more true.

Now in the silver beams of moon's soft light,
In morning dew or rustling leaves I see
Thy semblance form—a balm, a fleeting sight—
That lifts my soul and plants my feet with glee.

Yet in this peace, a question doth impart:
Do I live to love, or love to live thou art?


By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@June15,2025.