Rakhee, A Broken Thread

_Just A Broken Thread_

Those mornings were as holy as the burning sun...

The routine rehearsed well before the day begun... 

The Rakhi unpacked, the Tikkas and Diyas ready to be lit... 

All placed meticulously on the Thali... 

A festival none less than Diwali.... 

A festival of the love between a sister and her brother...

But for us, it was the bond between a son and his mother... 

Today a decade after God took you home... 

I spend another Rakhee all alone... 

No screams of joy or plans for the pubs...

No crazy poems for our poetry club... 

A day I've grown so much to dread... 

With you no more, that precious "laal dor", 

Remains nothing more than a _*broken thread*_