This poem is a testament that physical proximity can't beat the feeling of having a rakhee tied, a bond of a brother or a sister- is far beyond that. If you read this verse, then assume proximity is defeated and love has triumphed "Happy Rakhee Sister, Protect and bless me with the thread, Decorated design on its head- A symbol of power, A symbol of help, Corporal guidance rains down- as a thread Unlike a one-sided push, It is both- A nozzle with two sides, a blade with no sharps- Your protection, For my elixir A gift- a sign of reverence and Care- may you leave long And this excerpt be the proof, That distance can't break the bond of siblings, This be the proof Rakhee was tied"