He was a flower of sound,
a carnation blooming in the soil of Assam,
rooted in rivers, forests, and hills,
petaled with words, fragrance of harmony,
breathing joy into every heart.
He was a stream of voice,
a current flowing through valleys and villages,
uniting caste and creed in one rhythm,
his songs carrying the smile of the Brahmaputra,
his tone brighter than the rising sun.He was the bird and the sky,
the whisper of leaves,
the murmur of water,
the beat of the drum in the chest of man and beast,
the silent presence in each droplet of rain.
He was more than music—he was the echo of swaham,
the pulse of lungs and hearts,a vibration born of eternity,
a resonance beyond measure.
He was the galaxy of sound,
the constellation of lyrics and poems,a multiverse of meaning,
an infinite sphere of influencecarved in the soul of Assam,
yet extending to all of India.He was the Supersoul,
the living breath of rhythm,
the exotic ecstasy of Assamese song,
a hidden etheric wavecircling through air, fire, water, earth, and sky.
He was timeless spirit—legend of both mortal and immortal domains,
icon of cultural civilization,
protector of truth against deception,
standing firm against shadows of falsehood.
He was not glamour, nor glitter,
but the eternal essence of music’s truth.He was the ascension of song,
the offering of sacrifice,
the guardian of heritage.
He remains—forever and ever—the Carnation of Music Sage,
the eternal Jubin Garg,whose vibration still lingersin the silence between all sounds.