Silence still Sings

I was never your loudest fan, nor the shrine where others prayed, yet your voice was the river that carved through my days. You were rhythm, you were rain, a storm and a lullaby, the echo of our laughter, the reason tears ran dry. Now silence falls heavy, an unfinished refrain, but your melody lingers-eternal, unchained. Rest gently, Zubeen-our voice, our dream, our flame. You belong to eternity now, but Assam will always call your name.