MOHIT MITRA Poet Sonnet

Thy Return

—The Geography of Tears—


I know not where thou art, nor whence thy breath
re-enters me—yet when thy name is spoken,
my guarded blood, that had outworn its death,
breaks rank, and bears thee through the sluice unbroken;

whilst all the world proceeds, and engines grind,
some secret firmament within me alters,
and tears, more treacherous than the mind,
unseal the place where distance fails and falters;

I seek thee not in roads, nor years that flee,
but where remembrance, stripped of its disguise,
becomes a country having none but thee,
whose borders vanish inward through my eyes—

for absence loses all jurisdiction there,
and thou arrivest where my tears declare.

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Alison A Smith August 13, 2026 at 3:36 AM This really hit me deep - weeping bypasses the logical mind, allowing emotional vulnerability to act as a bridge across physical absence.💕 MOHIT MITRA August 13, 2026 at 10:12 AM Dear Alison, thank you most sincerely for reading the sonnet so deeply and for expressing what you found in it with such generosity. Your words about tears becoming a bridge across physical absence touched me greatly.✨ I pray, most soulfully, that you may never have cause to shed a single tear, and that your life may ever be showered with the Almighty’s choicest blessings, grace, and light. 🙏 In the grace of words, Mohit Mitra