The Thorn Of Love Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

Like winter's leaves, my dreams lie pale and dry,
Their colours lost beneath love's ruthless tread.
The wounds you gave still bleed, and oft I cry,
For echoes of sweet words that once were said.

I cannot drown the days we once did share,
When joy and laughter danced on every breeze.
Love bloomed like roses in the scented air,
And led our souls through Eden's golden trees.

I bathed in warmth beneath your tender rain,
Each drop a balm that soothed my longing soul.
But now, though spring returns to bloom again,
Your absence leaves a void I can't make whole.

Yet still love's thorn grows where its blossoms died—
A silent ache that time has not denied.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@July03,2025.