Whispers Of The Verdant Hour (Sonnet) Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

Upon the emerald tide at last you tread,
And brush with lips the shade where sunlight sleeps;
The fragile snare of yearning love is shed,
While I through endless quiet vigil keeps.

Your eyes, twin fountains, spill their molten grace,
A torrent where the tender sorrows gleam;
My soul, long parched in time's relentless chase,
Revives to drink the rapture of your dream.

Together, swift, we dance in playful streams,
And in the woodland's gaze the blossoms sigh;
O dearest, in your green embrace it seems,
All nature bows beneath the azure sky.

"You scribe each name of Earth, " you softly say;
And Evening binds my verse to mortal clay.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India
Copyrights@October03,2025.