Perpetual Fondness

Dear Brother,

Just for you, the lengthening shadows

Falling leaves, round our lives;

 Nearer, nearer, though the ages, 

Life's new spring for them arrives. 

Just for you the doubt and anguish,

Of an old and affectionate age;

Dropping happy tears of sorrow, 

On life's colorful, blotted page

Just for you the hopeful clinging, 

To life's worn and feeble strands;

Fill the last to cease the fondness

In old age, with an open heart. 

Lines of light and darkness

Thread the brass forever fair;

And the eldest of the angels, 

Seems the youngest brother there.

Heart melts when I leave you, 

Relationships are not perfect

Nothing is perfect

 In the end affection

Is always greater than perfection. 

The blotted page of my life,

Waiting for you to spray your colors:

Your warm smile washes out my tears

Make me feel blessed with thy presence

The child in me waiting to play 

With stained eye and weary tear;

That had seen a sad procession.

Moving emotionless...

The rakhi  is waiting for you:

Will, you come again,

To fill your place:

If the time is halt

My greyed hair and wrinkled face:

Waiting for you to see your face.