The thought of a bouquet of flowers in a mailbox
Elevates our feelings and thoughts
To a new stratosphere, beyond any before,
Joy is spontaneous and all-encompassing,
A beam of light without a destination,
An event without a definition –
Like your birth, which changed my life.

In childhood you were hardly experienced by me,
But when in 20’s I started feeling your presence,
In silent steps and invisible relationship,
Our lives coalesced in granite strands
Till we became two parallel paths of a common beam of light.

Rakhi beckons me to stand up to an ancient custom,
To protect, preserve, and love you.
Suffern, 8.10.14; Rev.: 7.30.2015
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Note: This poem was written for my sister, Lalita, on Rakhshabandan.