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.