22 she Shrabon - the day when His body left us, not the soul.

O thou the last fulfillment of life, 
Death, my death, come and whisper to me! 

Day after day I have kept watch for thee; 
for thee have I borne the joys and pangs of life. 

All that I am, that I have, that I hope and all my love 
have ever flowed towards thee in depth of secrecy. 

One final glance from thine eyes 
and my life will be ever thine own. 

The flowers have been woven 
and the garland is ready for the bridegroom. 

After the wedding the bride shall leave her home 
and meet her lord alone in the solitude of night. 

Kobiguru wrote these lines in his poem named 'Death'.His body left us on 22she Shrabon,but he cannot die.He is still alive to us-he shows us light when we are drowned in darkness.Our gratitude to Him is reflected in this recitation written by Dhiman Paul.