My Shield, My Protection

waiting for a miracle

to be at your doorstep

“o” loving sister

as the days pass by

braving the storm & cold

freezing to the hilt

sleepless nights

unflinching, relentless

here i stand

protecting my motherland

i know, as always

a souvenir, a kawach, of your love

for me is on the way

thoughtful to my helplessness.

of a dilemma, to be here or there

to protect not one

but many

a debt i owe

to you my loving sister

for the fine ceremonial thread of

trust, love & affection

which is my shield

my protection.