Love, The Final Truth (Sonnet) Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

When hope lay bruised beneath ambition's weight,
And fortune turned her face from all my cries,
I learned how harsh the hands of time and fate
Can school the heart with slow infirmities.

No trumpet marked the hour you entered in,
No sudden blaze of joy proclaimed your name;
You came when loss had stripped me bare of skin,
And taught my wounded soul to breathe again.

Your eyes held neither judgment nor command,
But quiet faith that asked me still to stay;
Within their calm I felt my spirit stand,
Redeemed from doubts that gnawed my worth away.

Let fame forget us, time erase our trace—
Love makes of mortal dust a sacred place.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@January19,2026.