The Unfading Verse (Sonnet) Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

In the golden glow of a dying summer day,
The shadows stretch across the silent field,
Where memories of youth in laughter play,
Before the harvest to the winter yield.

The rose that bloomed in pride against the wall,
Now drops its velvet petals to the dust,
For time, the cruel master, claims them all,
And turns our shining iron into rust.

But in the quiet chambers of the mind,
Thy beauty lives, a flame that will not die,
A sacred treasure that the soul may find,
Though storm and tempest cloud the evening sky.

Though silent dust may claim the earthly frame,
These living lines shall still preserve your name.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@March23,2026.