Sonnet On The 'black Rose' Poem by Indranil Bit

A tempest growing stronger silently
In the middle of the unexplored deep blue sea,
A dilemma drawing power silently
In the middle of my unexploited deep aimless flee,
A red love rose to tribute you silently
In the middle of an indomitable roar of plea,
These are all scattered pebbles bearing my past.

A saint resting on a serene cap silently
In the middle of all unknown fears couching by,
My love that bears within all season silently
in the middle of my ever young heart of feelings,
The rose petals are turning dark silently
In the middle of an ever ending quest to beautify you,
These are none but shining gems uplifting my present.