Winter Coffee, Ever-New Love (Sonnet) Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

When winter's breath lies softly on the eve,
We sit with coffee, dark with curling steam;
Its gentle warmth bids silent cold to leave,
And lifts the heart from frost to waking dream.

Within that cup our weary hours dissolve,
The limbs revive, the brooding mind takes fire;
Love, playful still, begins its tender solve,
And mends the cracks that habit would conspire.

Each winter morn we tend the selfsame rite—
A cup, a smile, low tales that drift and stay;
Through idle words our closeness bends to sight,
Till vows grow young and joys renew their sway.

So day by day, through coffee's humble art,
We love anew—one soul, yet changed of heart.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@February01,2026.