Hold My Hand
HOLD MY HAND
Like a naive bird in the free sky she flew,
Upbringing implanted seeds of idealism
Imbibing the fine values of life she grew,
Saw the world in pristine colors of prism.
She faced the world in her ideal terms,
Harsh life treated her badly, my daughter
In psychic wreck, I wanted her out of harm.
This is what for her I wrote and said to her.
The world doesn’t revolve around you
In an ideal manner the way you’d want,
It has its own complex pattern, not new.
World doesn’t care if you follow or don’t.
People by your side don’t like to see you
The way you uphold the values you aver,
They have their own intent sense of view.
People don’t bother what you really are.
All these don’t matter in your beautiful life,
It’s not for turning into wreck in selfish strife.
You’re forced to make meek compromise
See your self-esteem crumble in the ruins,
Time would teach you how to recognize
Bliss in wisdom when in the end it wins.
For you the soul would create peace infinity
The way your conscience makes you aware,
So you can swim in the sea of tranquility.
You’d be happy and free as you once were.
It’s time you rise from despair with self-pride
Hold my hand you’ll always find by your side.
March 13, 2018.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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