Hold My Hand
Treading upon a thread so fine,
Finer than the strands of silken twine,
Ah, but we err in our belief,
For hair is but a protein sheaf,
A chain of amino acids, aligned.
Is this vision but a mere mirage?
A fleeting, ghostly apparition?
Why then do they link,
Like carriages of a train, in sync?
Perhaps harmony is the adhesive,
Binding them in a dance so vivid,
Racing along life's fervent passage.
I ponder, perhaps the line we tread,
Is nought but points, closely wed,
In the fabric of togetherness spread.
Come, take my hand, let us forge
A lifeline, a path to endorse,
Disregard the trifles, my Love,
For nature cherishes balance above.
© 25/09/2014
Malik Yaseen
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