Hold My Hand

Fifty Years of Walking Together

The day was warm and fragrant

Everything looked beautiful

You were simple and ignorant

And I was young and joyful.

The word ‘date’ was unknown

We were out in the forest land

Quietly you held my hand

Slowly, to you was I drawn.

Those were the days of romance

Little did we know how to dance

To the tune of music called life

Waiting with unknown vibe.

Your trembled hand was held in mine

When the priest chanted verses divine

Declared us as husband and wife

To set out on our journey of life

Images were captured in black and white

The lights of wedding night shone so bright

The path ahead was difficult and hard

Yet you held my hand like a faithful bard.

The summers were scorching with pain

With hardship followed monsoon rain

There were days of flowery spring

Without knowing what’s waiting.

You gave me two lovely children

You loved my family and brethren

Never shied away from duty’s call

Courage and humility were yours all

Over fifty years of walking together

We fought and loved each other

Always my hand you had held

As joys and sorrows of life unfolded.

You made my life worth living

Never to feel lonely or unforgiving

Forever I’d look for your hand

On this earth and the life beyond.

Author’s Note

This poem is dedicated to my wife on our fiftieth wedding anniversary.

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