Yesterday morning the clouds opened

Yesterday morning the clouds opened
But my windows were shut…
Yet got of glimpse of the first light
Golden yellow with all its might

Whispers of Wanderer
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Raksha Bandhan !
When I was young
This day was special
Arm strong with amulets of sisterly affection
I am there to ‘protect’ was a promise of brotherly compassion

Proudly flashing the hands out
To show the large family I got

Never ‘fed up’ with the tons of sweets I grazed
Never tired of the hugs embraced

As I am in my mid sixties
The hands still reach out
But the arms are bereft of the amulet
Why? I pondered
Is it that I have lost my sisters love?
Is it that I have lost my sisterly connect?
Did the social deportment change?
Did the traditional etiquette Derange?

Realised ! It’s was none of these !

The festival was about ‘empowerment of men’ by women and
a ‘promise of protection of women’ by the men.

Realised ! That my sisters of instant
Have empowered themselves as independent !

I felt my arm strong once again
Not with the multitude of amulets of many a hue
But with the magnificence of just a few !

Proudly flashing the hands out
To show the empowered family I got !

Happy Raksha-Bandhan. !
Loving you even more, ever more!