Wending through the past
To days that will forever last.
Flipping pages year after year
Those quarrels are now so dear.
I miss the days
When we had our own ways.
The festival of overwhelming joy
Although we ended brawling over every toy.
That was the one day
We wished our conflicts would stay.
Years have passed away
Amazingly our hair has turned grey
Still we celebrate and rejoice the day with sway
Rakshabandhan is the Day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dedicated to my dear brother.