Hold my hand
Friday,26th April 2019
I am nowhere
yet far and near
with full of fears
that rears and nurtures
I feel sore
and explore
the possibility of finding someone
with belonging shown
amidst the vast sea
I see no fresh water
and remain thirsty
with so much of quenching of thirst already
I open the sad tune
with the glorious past gone
the mind has already blown
and tethered apart to be known as desperate
Why can’t someone hold my hand?
and befriend
for the rest of the journey
and show me the heavenly pleasure
Hasmukh Mehta
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