Tied to the wrists of loved ones, for love ponding.
It has been in vogue since the ancient times, when
To the thunder of clouds, valleys began responding.
Try to remember when the moment of moments comes
And holds out the wrist, well before, it succumbs
To the charms of the overwhelming singularity
Of love that flows out silently, before it benumbs.
What is life, if not love, light, and laughter ?
It is always welcome: thereafter, as well as, hereafter.
Let it come from the hills and dales and hails and gales
As well as from the screenwriter and the underwriter !
But come it must, so as the moon shines all the brighter
The hills look greener and the grass feels softer.
It is the magic of love, light, and laughter that makes
The morning breeze fragrant and the bulbul sing sweeter.
Let this Rakshabandhan bring hope to every blighter
And a yearning for home and hearth, to the fighter.
Our earth can be much more lovable and livable
If only we stop imitating Hector, and factor in factor !
Om Shantih
Ajit Sambodhi
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