Diamond Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

The dark abyss receives no golden grace,
Where divers plunge to find a hidden spark;
A hidden joy is born in shadow's space,
As sorrow's pearl illuminates the dark.

By fierce combustion precious gold is made,
And crushed in vaults, the gem retains its light;
The earthly mound is broken by the spade,
A long devotion lives beyond the night.

If rivers fade to phantom desert views,
The thirsty bird demands the stormy skies;
No casual rain relieves the burning hues,
Yet rarest gems are prized by searching eyes.

The common dust is scattered to the floor,
But things most rare endure forevermore.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyright@September13,2026.