There is no painless way to say goodbye
The door banging close on all the memories
The Bengali way of saying ‘aashi’
That holds the space for the parting stories.

It’s as if the air would shimmer with your imprint
Allowing you to breathe in the faint perfume
The eyes always promising to carry the image
Of the smile nearly ready to break into a grin.

Yes, that’s the way to go
Always with a promise for better tomorrow
And that’s the way to hope
Always with a warm hug to wipe the sorrow.