IN
MEMORIAM
Khaliqur
Rahman
1959
I
saw a young bud bloom
And
fall to dust
And
meet its doom.
It
could not stand
Even
to the breeze
That
blew to caress!
The
fellow buds
Redden
in grief.
The
flowers with dew-drops
Weep
at the sudden death.
The
drops fall
Over
the petals fallen.
But
the breeze soon soaks it.
Many
a rose falls
And
the Spring
With
fresh flowers
Coaxes
to forget
What
is but past.
Still
there remains
A
feeling of
Old
grief and past gloom.
The
bloom has met its doom.
Swapan
Kumar Sur , my classmate, first year college, 1959, died of Leukaemia.
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