So he spake before vanishing.
And I, oblivious of his footsteps melting in the wilderness,
Leaned against the whispers of stupor.
Seldom have my deaf ears tuned to such melody, seldom;
Rarely have my blind eyes seen such mesmerising beauty, rarely;
Never has my wandering mind settled on such peace, never.
What blinding light, what unbearable gaze, what strident whisper
He left me with, O Lord!
[Dhaka, January 25, 2014]