Upon The Thorn Bed Of Reality (Sonnet) Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

O Love, my soul's bright star, descend to me,
For I lie pierced upon this bed of thorn—
A realm where dreams dissolve in agony,
And hope lies tattered, wounded and forlorn.

Through storm and shadow did I tread alone,
Yet bore the brunt, upheld by thoughts of thee;
Thy whispered strength was forged into my bone,
And with thy light, I braved adversity.

But now I linger midway through the strife,
Where silence gnaws and dread invades the air.
The ghosts of grief assail my fragile life,
And wrap my heart in webs of dark despair.

O Love, my saviour, lift me, lest I fall—
Thy touch alone can cleanse and crown it all.

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