The Coloured Hours Of Time (Sonnet Sequence) Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

I.
The Light of Dawn

The dawn breaks softly through the eastern sky,
And night retreats before the growing flame;
Awakened birds begin their songs on high,
As earth renews herself in morning's name.

The flowers unfold their fragrant, shining grace,
Bright drops of dew adorn the tender field;
Green vines embrace the trees in soft embrace,
And sleeping dreams their hidden joys now yield.

The weary soul awakes to labour's call,
Fresh hope appears where fear had made its stay;
New light descends upon the hearts of all,
And drives the silent weight of night away.

Each dawn arrives to heal the wounds of pain,
And teaches hearts to hope and rise again.

II.
The Burning Noon

The blazing noon stands fierce above the plain,
Its heated breath consumes the thirsty ground;
The traveller seeks relief from burning pain,
While weary hearts in shaded rest are found.

The river glows beneath the glaring sky,
Still boats remain beside the silent shore;
The heated winds move slowly, passing by,
While tired hands seek shelter evermore.

Yet labour does not cease beneath the heat,
The wheel of life still turns from hour to hour;
Though sweat descends, determined hearts compete,
And patient hands transform the earth with power.

Through fiercest heat endurance lights the day,
And steadfast minds refuse to drift away.

III.
The Shadowed Evening

The sun bends west across the fading sky,
And evening spreads its colours through the air;
The birds return to nests as day goes by,
While gentle winds move softly everywhere.

The ripened fields grow bright in golden light,
And farmers walk toward home with hopeful eyes;
The river sings beneath the coming night,
While peace descends across the darkening skies.

The fading light grows faint on hill and plain,
Old memories return with quiet grace;
Forgotten dreams arise like gentle rain,
And shadows gather slowly into place.

The day departs with sadness, soft and deep,
As night arrives to sing the world to sleep.

IV.
The Coming of Evening

The evening comes with calm upon the air,
And lamps begin to glow in every home;
Dark shadows blend with fading colours there,
As daylight yields to night that soon will come.

The temple bells and sacred music rise,
Their echoes drift across the darkening land;
The weary traveller turns toward homeward skies,
And peace returns with evening's gentle hand.

The city slowly leaves behind its sound,
And nature folds the daylight into rest;
Bright stars appear above the sleeping ground,
Like quiet dreams held closely to the chest.

The restless current of the day grows still,
And peace descends on valley, town, and hill.

V.
The Enchanted Night

The silent night lies wrapped in silver light,
The moon sends down her brightness on the land;
Soft sleep arrives to close the eyes of night,
While dreams unfold beyond the mind's command.

White clouds drift slowly through the distant sky,
Like silent ships upon a moonlit sea;
The wind moves softly with a whispered sigh,
And fills the dark with quiet harmony.

The wheel of time appears to pause its pace,
As tired hearts release the cares of day;
Yet one still soul looks upward into space,
And searches for a truth beyond decay.

The earth beneath the stars appears divine,
A gift of grace through hidden hands benign.

VI.
The Scorching Summer

The summer sun burns fiercely on the land,
The rivers fade beneath the blazing sky;
The thirsty birds await the clouds at hand,
While heated winds move through the fields and sigh.

The forests fade beneath the weight of heat,
Wild creatures roam in thirst from shade to shade;
The dust storms rise where burning sunlight meets,
And peace retreats beneath the furnace blade.

Yet hidden deep within this harsh despair,
The seeds of life still wait to rise once more;
Though suffering spreads across the heated air,
New fruits of hope lie sleeping at the core.

Through pain and loss new life prepares its birth,
And hidden promise waits beneath the earth.

VII.
The Dance of Rain

Dark clouds arise and cover all the sky,
Cool rain descends upon the thirsty land;
Bright lightning cuts the heavens from on high,
While rivers leap as though by joy they stand.

The 'kadam' blooms beneath the forest shade,
The peacock spreads its colours in delight;
The thirsty bird no longer seems afraid,
As fields turn green beneath the falling light.

The earth receives the blessing of the rain,
And farmers walk with gladness in their eyes;
The storm becomes a healing song again,
That spreads its peace beneath the clouded skies.

The monsoon comes to heal the land once dry,
And teaches hope to hearts that learned to cry.

VIII.
Autumn's White Clouds

White clouds drift softly through the autumn sky,
The sheuli flowers fall at break of day;
Tall grasses wave beside the rivers by,
While birds rejoice beneath the sunlight's sway.

The world awakes to autumn's gentle song,
And festive joy awakens every heart;
Still waters shine where peaceful dreams belong,
As nature clothes herself in shining art.

The season spreads its calm through earth and air,
And sorrow fades beneath the cooling breeze;
Soft winds move lightly everywhere,
And quiet joy returns among the trees.

The beauty of the season brightly streams,
And fills the world with celebration's dreams.

IX.
The Mist of Late Autumn

The silver mist descends on quiet fields,
Where golden harvests brighten all the land;
The earth rewards the work the farmer yields,
And joy returns through labour's patient hand.

The daylight fades beneath the cooling skies,
Cold northern winds begin their silent flight;
The mist conceals the road before the eyes,
And spreads its veil across the waiting night.

Between the seasons nature breathes farewell,
As leaves descend in silence to the ground;
The winds announce what winter soon will tell,
Yet hope through honest labour still is found.

The farmer smiles beneath the fading sun,
To see the harvest of long labours won.

X.
Winter's Emptiness

The barren woods stand silent in the cold,
The trees are stripped of every leaf and flower;
The northern wind repeats its story old,
While frozen rivers drift from hour to hour.

The nights grow long and daylight fades too soon,
Warm fires unite both old and youthful hearts;
The birds forget the music of their tune,
And mist conceals the dawn before it starts.

Yet hidden deep beneath the sleeping ground,
The seeds of spring remain alive from death;
Though silence wraps the frozen world around,
New life still waits beneath the winter's breath.

Within the cold a hidden future lies,
And hope prepares the spring that soon will rise.

XI.
The Song of Spring

At last the spring arrives with southern air,
The cuckoo sings among the budding trees;
Bright flowers bloom and colour everywhere,
As earth awakens gently in the breeze.

Fresh leaves appear on every branch once bare,
New buds arise beneath the warming sun;
The bees return to flowers bright and fair,
And fragrant streams through field and forest run.

Young love awakens in the heart again,
Old grief dissolves beneath reunion's glow;
The world grows bright after the winter's pain,
As vanished sorrow melts like falling snow.

Spring fills the earth with joy and living light,
And turns the wounded soul again toward bright.

XII.
The Life of Man

In childhood's fields the mind runs wild and free,
Where games and wonder shape the passing day;
Then youth arrives beside a restless sea,
And paints the heart in colours bright and gay.

Adulthood comes with burdens yet untold,
And duty rests upon the patient frame;
The years move on, and age grows quiet and cold,
While memory guards the embers of its flame.

Life moves like rivers flowing to the sea,
Between our birth and death we drift awhile;
Yet hope still burns where shadows long may be,
And lights the heart through every grief and trial.

Though life will fade like sunset from the sky,
Its memories remain and never die.

XIII.
The Wheel of Time

The wheel of time moves onward without rest,
It pauses not for glory, grief, or pride;
The names once praised are laid to silent rest,
And vanish slowly in the turning tide.

A monarch's crown may fall into the dust,
Great lands may sink beneath the endless sea;
Green forests fade where deserts rise from rust,
And new worlds grow from old mortality.

Great wealth dissolves, and beauty learns to fade,
The proudest homes return again to clay;
The works of men, however grandly made,
Grow faint before the passing years away.

Yet those who wake may see through time's disguise,
And seek what lives when mortal splendour dies.

XIV.
The Eternal Song

Death is not final on the road of life,
The soul moves on beyond the reach of pain;
New dawns arise beyond this earthly strife,
And hope returns through loss and grief again.

The earth and humankind will join as one,
Within the greater rhythm of the whole;
Dark nights will fade before a brighter sun,
And peace will rise within the searching soul.

So ends this journey shaped in measured rhyme,
Fourteen-fold songs composed through changing days;
A fragile heart sails onward through all time,
Still seeking love through life's uncertain ways.

May peace descend on every living land,
And grace remain where human hearts still stand.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@May27,2026.