With the thread of memories,
I made a garland,
Garland, filled with flowers and petals,
Garland, covered with desirable hues,
Smells like our childhood,
Seems like delicate and timid,
Though with unbreakable bond...
The unbreakable thread,
With fragrances in our memories,
With colours in our smile,
That we had worn it,
And still wearing it.
Though invisible for others,
But, would be there, forever...
Though with a little NOK JOK,
Which might always stay, by default...
RAKSHA BANDHAN
@Ami Joshi
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I would like to translate this poem