Your Colourful Thread On Rakhi Day, I Remember With My Falling Teardrops And Inconsolable Sobs And Weepings Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Just like a candle
Burnt I, melted I
In his memory
Thinking about
How did he use to come
With the colourful thread
To tie on my wrist,
My youngest brother
Who is no more in this world?

The colourful thread
You used to take from children
And used to come to slowly
To tie on my wrist,
The thread with
The small fluffy, woollen tassel,
Your colourful thread,
I miss it, miss it
On the pious occasion of Rakhi!

I weep in hiding,
Weep in
And feel lonely and broken
With the tears welling up unawares
And trickling down innocent cheeks,
Weeping in hiding
Trying to avert the gaze of the wide world
And trying to wipe with the hands
Lest somebody sees and marks it.

I look heavenwards
But my complaint falling flat for,
O God, why did You tears to my eyes,
Why did You,
O God?