The day I'll depart,

All flower shops would be closed.

The day I'll depart,

The trumpets would be silent.

You ask about crying?

Not a single memory

Shall vex the hearts

Of those spectators.

The day I'll depart,

Time won't whisper the tales

Of struggle and misery,

And of many adventures

That were endured.

And of many dreams,

Raped and abused.

The day I'll depart.

There won't be no vigil,

For the bones that had seen

So many floods.

For the flesh that endured,

Countless blazes.

When that time comes

I hope that a drought

May find its way

In these ever wet lashes.

I pray that this solitude,

Will prevail with me

Even after transcending the light.

The day I'll depart,

All flower shops would be closed.