The Thirst Of Love (Sonnet) Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

O my dear love, my heart is parched with thirst,
It yearns to drink thy honeyed love divine,
As summer's blaze makes earth and sky accursed,
The cuckoo waits the rain as I for thine.

Like starving beasts that burn with inward fire,
My soul devours the thought of thy embrace.
O dearest love! Come feed this deep desire,
And calm the storm that time cannot erase.

My soul, grown faint beneath life's burning beam,
Lies wilted in the noonday of despair.
Yet in thy voice, there flows a gentle stream—
Reviving winds breathe sweetness through the air.

I wait, beloved, beneath the stars above:
O light my soul with thy celestial love.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@June21,2025.