The month of Jeyshth is far away

there are no cotton fluffs in the air

what is the white

you have stuffed in

your ears, nose and lips?

This is spring, and rightfully

you have the pink, lilac and purple flowers from your garden

at your feet

the Geet-a just above your heart

sings of spring, the book your companion

now rests above the plastic cask

and you smile? Roving infinite planes

around you. We wait, get up,

once

and accept the final

Goodbye, my friend.

– for Ranjan Roy, 10 March 2018.