The Voice Of Truth (Sonnet) Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

From truth's pure voice, a solemn call I hear,
To rise against the falsehoods men devise,
To choke the serpent's throat that hisses near,
And bid the dove of peace ascend the skies.

With courage crowned, we walk where brave hearts tread,
And face the storm with honesty as guide.
Where truth prevails, all beauty is not dead—
It blooms eternal, never shall it hide.

In sacred hearts it breathes a silent fire,
And from its depths pours love without disguise.
Though time may grind the world in funeral mire,
Truth stands untouched beneath the changeless skies.

It paints the earth in hues that never die,
And lifts the soul to love with clearest eye.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@July,04,2025.