Two Poems on Karwachauth and Rakshabandhan
KARWACHAUTH
They sat on the floor, draped in red,
as if they all were newly wed,
No hunger, no thirst , no pain, no sigh,
their regard for their husbands so deep and so high.
Blessings they saught, differences apart,
jewels to bedeck their status in art,
crowned they the ‘sindoor’ so bright,
‘Mehendi’ in hands, a million dollar sight.
Let’s sing to the glory in heaven,
and the glory that wedded us on earth,
we shall fast the whole day long,
and await the Moon to hark to our song.
Let our partners never from us part,
the Almighty Moon shall all evil thwart,
let them be blessed with all blessings of the world,
their hearts be cleared and never with ‘wrongs’curled.
Wish we, the women of India, to all,
love your partners , holding each other with every fall,
mutual respect being the need of the hour,
hold on together and happiness will shower.
RAKSHABANDHAN
O Dear ! Born to my mother,
my sibling, my dearest brother,
your sister awaits you dearly here,
with a ‘Tika’ of goodwill on your forehead to smear.
O Dear! Born to my mother,
my sibling, my dearest brother,
come back soon from your abode abroad,
may you be saved from all that is fraud.
O Dear! Born to my mother,
my sibling, my dearest brother,
with no one in sight and mind full of fright,
your sister seeks our bondage upright.
O Dear! Born to my mother,
my sibling, my dearest brother,
wait I, impatiently in this old age home,
a matter of no substance and only a foam.
O Dear! Born to my mother,
my sibling, my dearest brother,
my palms hold the ‘Rakhi’ of love,
for my brother who is more of a dove.
O Dear Brother ! Come and behold your sister’s arms,
your picture of childhood to me always charms,
it’s only one soulful prayer from me,
tie this ‘thread’ and make ‘me’- ‘we’.
