Shall I compare thee to a moonlit night?
Thou art more fair than Luna's silver beam;
Her gentle glow must yield to morning light,
But thy bright grace endures, a constant dream.
When springtime breaks the winter's frozen chain,
The earth awakes in music soft and sweet;
Yet spring, though fair, must fade with sun and rain,
While thou, untouched, dost time's harsh march defeat.
When Phoebus rises from the ocean's crest,
He casts a glow that stirs the hearts of men;
Yet even he, at height of golden best,
Must fade, like all, to time's unyielding ken.
But thy fair beauty shall not know decay,
For love binds it, eternal, to stay
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@June20,2025.
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