The dawn unbars the vaults of inner night,
And lifts the veil from dreams that led me blind.
What once burned bright now fades in colder light—
A phantom flame that mocked the seeking mind.
The sweet deceit of touch, the scented air,
Concealed the barbs beneath affection's lace.
A rose of fire bloomed bright, but hid despair,
Its beauty cloaked the thorns I dared embrace.
Yet from the ash, my spirit learns to rise,
Not winged by lust, but truth's enduring flame.
The stars that shine are not in fleeting skies,
But dwell within the soul that sheds false shame.
No love is love that chains the will to lie—
The heart ascends when passion dares to die.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@June05,2025.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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