To A Fallen Star

The strumming of your guitar Still resonates in my ears But the fingers that plucked the strings Are now stiff, numb and hard. The voice that sang The songs of love, of pain and hope Is now muted forever. You never knew How much the people loved you. Only after your passing away Has the nation come to know You lived in the people's heart A place you earned through your songs. Rest in peace, dear songster! You concealed your sufferings and pains Under the veil of songs and music.. May your next abode be, trouble-free, I pray! Dhaka Copyright Reserved 18 October 2018