She has no gift to give,
Only a small thread in her hand,
But in that thread she ties,
Her whole life, her prayers, her heart.
On your wrist I tie this Rakhi, bhaiya,
Not just a thread, it’s my trust,
Protect me not just today,
Protect my smile, always, you must.
Remember those childhood fights,
For one toy, one last sweet,
Now we fight with distance,
But love still makes our hearts beat.
Bhaiya, I know one day I will go away,
To a new home, far from you,
But wherever I go, my brother,
My love will follow you too,
Dear brother, don’t forget me.
And my son, hold her hand tight,
When I am no longer there,
When she cries, be her strength,
Show the world how much you care.
She may be married far away,
Her surname may change one day,
But her brother will always be,
Her first home, come what may.
Mother won’t be there forever,
To see your Rakhi each year,
But if you both stand together,
I will smile from heaven, my dear.
This thread is not just silk,
It’s a mother’s silent prayer –
Let my children love each other,
In life, in every layer.
Happy Raksha Bandhan, my babies.
Love each other, till your last breath.
