Holy Bond Of Love
Holy Bond Of Love1 min 31 1 min 31
When life comes full circle in my middle age,
I think of childhood, those years of freedom,
When life was less complicated,
When we used to fly on silver-tipped wings.
Doing our own things.
When I and my sister played together,
Innocent outdoor games in great abandon,
When every festival was an event to look
When life was a celebration of love.
When everything in life was clear had no hidden agenda,
And on the day of Raksha Bandhan, my sister with her smiling face,
Would tie rakhi, a thread cementing a relationship,
Bonded in blood, sealed with platonic love of siblings.
The thread of great sanctity, symbolizing age-old tradition,
of brother protecting a sister from the evils, and devil's, of world.
I now look at the ornamental rakhi on my wrist,
Then look at the happy face of my sister with her gift,
A small token from me, for festival of Raksha Bandhan,
my joy knows no bounds, I kiss my rakhi on my wrist.
Thank my sister for gifting this holy bond
Of a sacred thread blessed by her love.