Ode To Sandip Goswami
In realms of verse where beauty dwells,
Where words weave tales, and magic swells,
There stands a poet, gifted, wise,
Whose name, a beacon in the skies.
Sandip Goswami, the maestro's name,
A bard whose soul is set aflame,
With pen in hand, he paints with grace,
A canvas of emotions to embrace.
In every line, his passion gleams,
Like moonlight dancing on tranquil streams,
His words, a symphony that gently sings,
Of love and life, of soaring wings.
With eloquence, he casts a spell,
His verses like a secret well,
Unveiling truths of heart and mind,
In poetry, a refuge find.
He conjures images with art,
A master of the poet's part,
From nature's splendor to love's embrace,
He captures moments, time and space.
Through sonnets sweet or ballads bold,
His tales of wonder are untold,
And in the tapestry he weaves,
A thousand dreams, the heart perceives.
His verses touch the deepest chords,
Awakening souls, striking chords,
In every stanza, a world unfurled,
Of emotions that transcend this world.
So here's to Sandip, the poet rare,
Whose verses lift us, through despair,
With gratitude, our hearts enshrine,
This cherished poet, so divine.
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Copyright © Sandip Goswami | Year Posted 2023
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