July 11, 2009
IT IS YOUR HAND THAT I WANT TO HOLD.. – the poem
You mean to me so very much
that,my heart, you managed to touch.
Your worth, for me, is more than gold
and that’s why, your hand, I want to hold.
In life, it is you whom I desperately want
and whose name repeatedly I go to chant.
I wish that each of us become a little bold
as in life, its your hand I want to hold.
Without your presence, I am good as blind
as its difficult to take you out of the mind.
Soon I hope that I can tell you all those untold
as for eternity, its your hand I want to hold.
With you, I hope, my life, I can lead
and one day, can be sown, for it the seed.
Even when one each of us start to grow old
It’ll still be your hand I want to hold.
CHEERFUL despite all drudgery, am supposed to be. HEARTY self of mine, off late, very few, get to see. INNOCENCE that i had, eons ago, I know not, how i lost NAIVE atleast now, I want to be, somehow at any cost. MIRTHFUL, wish I could always be if had been decided by fate. AWESOME it would have been, if in this lifetime, got create. YOUNG in heart, i know, I won’t be, never ARTICULATE in my works, I want to be forever.