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)
© Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .
An enjoyably insightful piece rendered with the author’s customary poetic aplomb.
Thank you dear Louis . I am in India and my brother is in USA since last 11 years, wrote this for him ……