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]
