HAPPY RAKHI TO ALL MY BROTHERS
This one is specially for you.
O Brothers!
How empty would growing up
Be without you?
You have bestowed upon me
Your loving care,
Standing like pillars
Whenever I needed you .
Childhood memories
Are filled with nostalgic moments
We spent growing up together.
The harvest season
Took us to the paddy field
Despite objections
That girl’s shouldn't go.
It was you who supported us
And was our bank of strength.
Skipping and jumping
To the fields we went
Drinking fresh sugarcane juice
And eating puffed rice and kachri
Till summons from Daijee and uncles
Forced us to return home.
Summers had us playing truant
With mother, aunts, uncles indoor
We spent our time in adventure sports
Silly competitions marked each day
Eating fresh chillies
With mouth’s on fire
Eyes streaming with tears,
Yet we wouldn't give up
To beat each other
In this game.
Climbing guava, litchi and mango trees,
Digging into pickle jars,
Gathering courage to pull out keys
From beneath Daijee’s mattress
Made us feel like a star.
Evening were spent
Playing in the courtyard and temple
Till it was time for a bedtime story.
Assembling on the grand red staircase
We were all ears for Gyanchand,
Our head servant to spin his tales.
Today we have grown up
The festive Rakhi celebration
Unfolds the rich memories
Of untold bond
We share even today.
HAPPY RAKHI BROTHERS!
By Binita Jha
This one is specially for you.
O Brothers!
How empty would growing up
Be without you?
You have bestowed upon me
Your loving care,
Standing like pillars
Whenever I needed you .
Childhood memories
Are filled with nostalgic moments
We spent growing up together.
The harvest season
Took us to the paddy field
Despite objections
That girl’s shouldn't go.
It was you who supported us
And was our bank of strength.
Skipping and jumping
To the fields we went
Drinking fresh sugarcane juice
And eating puffed rice and kachri
Till summons from Daijee and uncles
Forced us to return home.
Summers had us playing truant
With mother, aunts, uncles indoor
We spent our time in adventure sports
Silly competitions marked each day
Eating fresh chillies
With mouth’s on fire
Eyes streaming with tears,
Yet we wouldn't give up
To beat each other
In this game.
Climbing guava, litchi and mango trees,
Digging into pickle jars,
Gathering courage to pull out keys
From beneath Daijee’s mattress
Made us feel like a star.
Evening were spent
Playing in the courtyard and temple
Till it was time for a bedtime story.
Assembling on the grand red staircase
We were all ears for Gyanchand,
Our head servant to spin his tales.
Today we have grown up
The festive Rakhi celebration
Unfolds the rich memories
Of untold bond
We share even today.
HAPPY RAKHI BROTHERS!
By Binita Jha
