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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 what it means to me. This Neptunian believes the highest form of love is between man and woman. I know I will be contradicted by the mother-child group. Pardon me, I disagree. But I digress. Here is my take on holding hand, Usha. I know I am inordinately late. My apologies.