Your Hand Poem by Sharad Rajimwale

What keeps our world from collapsing
is this hold your hand has over mine
and my hand holding yours

When we see love suffering cracks,
and people walking away from one another
or just turning their feelings into ashes

When we see love being used as commodities
and relations sailing adrift like weeds on water
when firms ground beneath them is missing

I know your frail fingers holding
give all the assurance our love needs
and all the confidence our hearts crave

Your fragile-looking fingers weave around mine
like green tendrils of a loving creeper
which surrounds a tree trunk in a firm surrender

To make the tree submit to its hold
knowing that the surrender has all the power
to keep our world from collapsing and scattering.
- -Sharad Rajimwale, Jodhpur, India