Your hands

It was your hands

Which held me as 

A mass of flesh entering

To this mortal world.

It was your hand 

Which then became

A concrete support of

My life from helping

Me to walk to balancing

My cycle, signing at 

Official documents of schools

And colleges to patting me

When I brought laurels.

It was your hand which 

Raised in opposition

When I got derailed from

My life's mission, it was

The same hand with which

You type numerous comments

Of appreciation for my work.

From holding my hand 

As a friend and mentor,

To walking down aisle

Om my wedding day,

It's the warmth of your hand

That I miss the most

When I'm miles away from you.

The caress of your hands

Over my confusing mind is

Enough to assure that all

Troubles are for a 

Short period and nothing

Lasts forever.