Exeunt
The land of Bhramaputra overflows again.
An eulogy for your saltwater spirit and sweetened smiles.
An elegy for God's early call and determined will power.
He took you this time,
in all finality.
We lost you to an unexpected flood,
Your promise of "I will come"
all deposited in the eternal distance.
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All these years, you said,
"I will surely come to your city of royal charm and grand etiquettes".
With red teeth, flashed a whisper of aborted joy.
A promise that travelled a thousand miles through telephone cords.
How I had longed to see you,
felt like Bhramaputra had flooded my veins,
so much outpouring of nostalgia.
Eight long valleys stood in way of years,
every attempt at sweetened union failed to gather temporal certainty.
Now you are gone,
Gone are your cascading tresses,
Your irrepressible hands over your daughter's head,
Gone is the Bengali simplicity.
Another part has left the stage,
left me with those black and white reminders,
snapshots of you as a dignified evocation which I saw a dozen times,
a day before your farewell stilled my exhilaration.
You are gone,
gone is the Bhramaputra's high tide.
It has made shallow inroads into your address.
Your ship of sweetened promise has sailed,
Other boats have stayed firmly in deck.
Alas! The last ship has sailed,
with a banner of your red teeth and sweetened smiles.
They are my presents to keep.
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GLOSSARY
# Bhramaputra: a mighty river .
#Bengali: from the state of Bengal or of Bengali extraction.
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