His Rakhi Still Makes Me Weep

My youngest brother

Used to come

To tie a sacred thread

On my wrist

Every Raksha Bandhan.

The memoir,

The sweet remembrance

Is still fresh in me.

But he is no more,

No more, alas, in this world!

O my battered heart,

How long will you keep giving tears,

Tears to my eyes,

How long....

How long will you keep battering me,

A battered soul, so battle-worn and fatigued?