Little hands
Clutch my finger
As I lead through safe pathways
Little hands
Tug at my fingers
To lead in untrod ways
Little hands
With time
They lose
Their trusting touch on mine.
Little hands
Now grown
quite big
Pointing far away
Those fingers long
They grab and pull
I cannot but relent
And enter that heart,
That lovely heart
That's taken mine away
Clutch my finger
As I lead through safe pathways
Little hands
Tug at my fingers
To lead in untrod ways
Little hands
With time
They lose
Their trusting touch on mine.
Little hands
Now grown
quite big
Pointing far away
Those fingers long
They grab and pull
I cannot but relent
And enter that heart,
That lovely heart
That's taken mine away
(I found this among stuff written long back)
3 comments:
Atomica not listening to you? :)
Nice, it's a lot like that other poem about kids growing up that you had written a long time ago. You should put that one up as well. :)
Anush
haha but didn't you read the clarification within brackets?
Btw, glad you got the poem :)
Atom
Thanks much :)
Which poem? don't remember at all
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