Those precious and loving hand

As I was becoming mature more and more,

I knew you too were ageing day by day,

I could see the wrinkles on your face,

Your body wasn't stable, Sometimes used to you tremble and fall!

For mobility you needed help, 

So I lent a hand 

Who helped me to take my first step,

A hand who always cared and helped me!

I used to feel pride, 

My chest used to swell,

I was delighted

Walking with you

hand in hand to Gurudwaras, temples, bazaars, markets, Juhu, hospitals and many more,

Talking hours and hours on phone, 

But deep in my heart, 

I felt the pain of your ageing,

I wanted you to live little more,

So that I feel secured and calm,

Still I was elated,

As you were there by my side, 

Now you need care and help,

And I shall be your support system!

Today I'm jealous,

Looking at others,

When you are gone,

I missed those cherished moments,

I lost that warmness,

That love and care we used to share!

Now I see your images,

In every nook and corners,

You passed by! 

Now I am searching for those hands, 

But it's gone forever,

So I put my hands in my pockets,

And walk away in grief,  

As those precious and loving hands of my mom are at peace,

Blessing me abundantly from heaven!