The moment has come.
Please play the music to bid goodbye. Please do.
O the flower by name ‘Champa’ !
O the flower by name ‘Karabi’ !
With your last lot of flowers,
Please fill up the flower- basket today.
On the path of departure, beneath the surface of sky,
The cloud turned crimson, with tears in eyes.
The leaves started falling off, with rustling sound.
Please be very watchful of the tempestuous sun.
Its bright red image causes our dreams to get interrupted.
The brilliantly coloured sail of the ferry boat, today got caught in strong winds playing to the tune of storm.
And the quivering branches of the bamboo grove were as if shivering helplessly