Dipankar Sadhukhan Poems

Are you a dream, or shadow in the glade,
That walks through golden fields where sunlight glows?
In dew-kissed winds, your trembling forms cascade,
The river bends and greets your gentle flows.
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Again, your face returns to haunt my sight,
Along the path of memory falls the shade.
Within this empty heart, I lost the light,
And reach for hands that out of reach have strayed.
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O Spring, though tempests shake this mortal clay,
Thy breath revives the rose from winter's gloom;
With silent steps, thou steal'st the frost away,
And mak'st the barren soul thy verdant room.
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Thou art a bloom within my garden's grace,
With petals soft, and scent of sweet delight.
Thy presence fills the dark with star-lit space,
And turns my barren hours to blossoms bright.
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Yes, Love, I come—to you I soon shall fly,
Where dreams unfold beneath the silver light.
Together wrapped in stars, just you and I,
Shall walk through gardens blooming in the night.
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By Jamuna's banks, where golden rivers glide,
The Taj, a symbol pure, of love's sweet grace,
In marble clad, with beauty sanctified,
It triumphs o'er the years, time cannot trace.
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Art thou but dream, or fleeting shadow's grace?
Thy visage haunts my waking thoughts each day.
At times, thou comest with the rainbow's trace,
A prism cast in afternoon's soft ray.
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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."
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Within the temple of my tender heart,
Love plays with mirth upon my soul's still strings.
Like swans that in a sacred lake depart,
My silent words take flight on gentle wings.
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Within the heart of water life takes hold,
To dream, to bloom, and others' breath sustain.
He sips from crystal lips, both pure and bold,
And feeds the earth with nectar born of rain.
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