Within Your Tearful Eyes (Sonnet) Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

Within your tearful eyes a verse was born,
Its script engraved beneath the stone of time;
Through sorrow's leaves I walk, alone, forlorn,
Where every sigh repeats a vanished rhyme.

Each drop becomes a sculpture shaped by grief,
A molten pearl that glows, yet cannot speak;
Its silence burns, denying all relief,
A candle trembling though the flame is weak.

You wait beside a lake of salt and pain,
No promised soul returns to meet your gaze;
His pride remains — a cold, consuming chain,
A fire that scorches love's remaining haze.

Yet still your tears preserve what hearts despise—
The poem that in your sorrow never dies.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India
Copyrights@May19,2025.