The Bond Of Husband And Wife (Sonnet) Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

At once our speech falls still—no word will move,
A stranger silence fills the quiet room;
Like dew-bound fields that halt with none to prove
Why life stands hushed beneath a needless gloom.

Some fallen words lie scattered on the floor,
Like autumn leaves that bruise the heart unseen;
They soundless break us—wound us evermore,
And leave a scar where sound has never been.

Old anger grinds like trams on lonely rails,
Its iron cry haunts desolate minds still;
Time's fragile body shakes, the flicker pales,
Yet thought stays wakeful while the world lies chill.

Yet here, no end arrives—love learns to stay;
Like dew at dusk, it lives till break of day.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@January 09,2026.