Epitaph (In memory of Dr. Bhupen Hazarika)


You came as dreams to this land
With delicate touch woke them up
Journeyed from age old tradition to modernity
Your fragrance flowed throughout the soil.
You wished to know the field, the people, the myth.
Your very presence was a song
But golden voice drifts into silence
Countless onlookers mourn
Their eyes are wet.

Tears from hundred, thousand eyes roll to the Luit
Dumb and torn they are
Even the dew I see pouring with salty taste.
Trees tremble, mountains beat their hearts
Strong cold darkness prevail all around
Alas! Alas our beloved god is no more
Can they grow strong again?
Your silence is also a song
Heard continuously from all sides.
There are words and words around you
A week before and words around you
With tears we bid you farewell to abode in Heaven
Thank God; your existence lies on footprint.



About the author: Dr. Ranjan Bhuyan is Associate Prof. Dept. of English, D. K. Girls’ College Mirza, Kamrup.[Read More]
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