Where Last We Parted, By The River's Side (Sonnet) Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

Here last we met, beneath the winter's gold,
Some seventeen long years have passed away.
Thy trembling hands in mine, so weak, so cold,
Did plead, "Forgive me, love, I cannot stay."

Thine eyes, like storm-wracked skies, began to pour
Pearls weeping down in streams of silent woe.
They caught the sun—each drop a gem once more,
Like frost-lit stars upon the earth below.

The river knew, and broke in aching wave;
The wind unraveled strands of midnight hair.
The sun stood still, as if the world grew grave,
And all of nature mourned a broken pair.

Though fate forbade our lives to intertwine,
I came once more—hope's ghost still walks in mine.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@June 11,2025.