Raksha Bandhan
how the waters fall from the falls, how our father God lives in us, but I know how the thread on my hands crawls, my sister is my love,my enjoyment,my crush; how the man lives without his breathe, how the letter of God lives without address, but I know how to my heart I sheathe, I lost her company and now I confess, I regret on this great fete of brother-sister, that I had been able to see her for just a breath, that time will be more than enough to administer, my end soo well my lovely death.