Upon The Sacred Love Of Mother (Sonnet) Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

O sovereign source of life, my sacred flame,
Thou art the pulse that stirs my mortal clay.
Before I knew the world or spoke thy name,
Thy love did guide me through my dawning day.

Thy hands, like angels', shaped my infant years,
With hymns more soft than winds through Eden's bowers.
Thy voice dispersed the gloom of primal fears,
And led my feet through fate's unfolding hours.

O Muse maternal! Virtue's gentle queen,
Thy counsel formed the citadel within.
To serve thy dream, my soul stands bright and keen—
Thy will, the compass of the man I've been.

Now, crown me with thy blessing from above,
That I may fight with truth and guard thy love.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India
Copyrights@June18,2025.