Wait for an occasion and eternity!
Whispers turn the corpse in the grave;
Rustling leaves, the unnoticed church-bell,
And the company of memories of a lifetime
That was not worth living.
Happy the day when no more my eyes shall shine or
This tender heart beat.
Yes, the day's coming, and I shall say goodbye.
When alive she couldn’t be mine,
Let her be someone else's when I am dead.
-24\1\97, Calcutta-43