Will you, will you hold my hands
Once, atleast once
Before you say me bye
To my dead-fish eye!
I know you brooding -
Never never that be.
It's just ok to hold, to hold my hands
and put, put please whatever it could be -
Flowers, stones or even pinch dusts
Whatever it could be, it's just the warmth
else for me now nothing have meaning!
Hold my hands tight for once
Before I leave , before I leave.
17th July 2012