Rakshabandhan (Ii) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

A small sister awaiting the arrival
Of her brother,
The return very much awaited
And the brother coming not,
Away, away from her,
Into the places
Far from,
But the expectation still
Not leaving
That he won't,
He won't.

She waiting sadly
With tears into
The eyes of hers,
Welling in
And she wiping out
Hiding from the wide world,
A small girl
Weeping and wiping out
The tears herself,
Offering the rakhi to God
And to the brothers
Of neighbourhood.

But instead of it, the heart asks,
The mind questions it
Vacantly
Whether the rakhi posted
In an envelope reached
Or lost it in transit,
Somebody took it out
From the packet
Which but she not sure of,
Just dreaming,
Keeps dreaming
About his arrival
With a beautiful rakhi
Into the hands of hers.

Sitting on the guard wall
Of the mud house,
She keeps,
Keeps thinking
And dreaming,
A small girl,
A small sister
Awaiting
The arrival of her brother,
Away from her
And weeping as well
In hiding
And wiping the tears herself
Which perhaps nobody knows it.