The Brahmaputra meanders through your songs
The silt on it’s banks to which the voice of Assam belongs
You webbed the people confluencing a musical instrument’s string
The flow knitting the common people and cascaded through the words of your wing.
The intrepid wanderer will precipitate in all watery streams
The Indus, Danube, Amazon, Murray, Orange, Mississippi . . . in a river of dreams.
How far is death from birth?
Why does music pulsate in my heart?
We are in the same journey of life and eternal rest
Surging the waves of the sea of emptiness in our breast.
Your name will resonate in the dews of our mind’s boat
And the cymbals in the cloud of misty grief will float
Engraving forever the lyricist, poet, singer Dr Bhupen Hazarika’s name
The one who steered Assam to the world map of fame.
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