I see
Your pure affection
In the redness of the dawn
everyday

I feel
the taste of
Childhood days
Spent with you
In the first bite of
breakfast everyday

I see
Your aura in
heat of the full
bloomed sun



I wish for you
the same sound sleep
as you enjoyed in serene
Mother's lap
in the every night


Please never see
Rakshabandhan
as a compulsion
Rather it is the
name of that purity
And affection
Which exists between us
by god's good blessings

If you have anything to gift
Return me those childhood days
Spent with you without rage
The rest of the world
Now I know all the ways.