Hands That Tie Rakhis

by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar



The hands that tie Rakhis Are manhandled, unmanly Twisted inhumanely, The knot of love is untied As the full-moon day Steps into the dark nights. The fingers that apply Vermilion on their foreheads Are so cruelly broken, Nailed, callously uprooted; Their heads remain unbowed To their chastity buried! All promises are broken Nullified as proven true lies The bonds and bondage Cemented in one section Are sadly shattered by another Ruling a patriarchal society. If sanctity of a sister's soul Praying for safety and security Of the brothers of the world Is vilely soiled and defiled, In broad daylight, or in house, If a woman feels insecure In every corner of her life, Tying Rakhis on the weak wrists Loses its inherent meanings Putting the brotherly sections To their ignominious shame…! O Brethren! Let’s protect The hands that tie Rakhis on us! The threads of sibling bonds That bind us together lifelong To the sacred side of humanity.

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Thanks Rupradha ji

bhaskaranandjhabhaskar
15-Jul-2015 01:12 AM

absolutely right..an excellent composition..

Rupradha
14-Jul-2015 10:05 AM