Holding hands
Laden I am down
there is no hope it is sundown
out of nowhere
like a whiff of fresh air
you come
become the fulcrum
Your hand holds mine
fingers intertwine
you pull me from the deep
life is an upsweep
To love’s dictum
joyously I succumb
- Shail Mohan (March 2009)
This is in answer to Usha’s tag to write on the subject of holding hands and [...]






