Long years

of screeching distance ,

Childhood memories

flooding all way ,

they say

technology helps ,

wonder how !

will it bring

the baby frog ,

that my brother

got in the matchbox ?

also the huge banyan tree

and the ghost on top ?

the jar of marbles ,

the aesop fables

heard every night ,

tucked around papa ,

fights and impositions

etched on my mind ,

” I will never fight ”

I wrote a hundred times ,

fifty lines of hundred

soaked in tears ,

a testimony to my crimes !

Today, calls and msgs

fly past the globe ,

emails don’t carry

the tears on my robe ,

reach in split seconds

give a msg beep ,

but nothing it shows

no heart no fear ,

being together

is always precious

no explanation will serve ,

better late than never !

care to be together

family is the word

world round and sound

happiness and peace

long years of bliss found ……

 

(Woes of a married sister who is missing her brother on Rakhi. It is a precious bond , a bright decorative thread or made of precious metals , which is tied by the sister on brothers right wrist in India . This falls on the full moon night after month of Shravan of Hindu calender and fall in August, 26/08/2018 this year)

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