Hold My Hands Poem by lalitha iyer

Oh mom,
hold my hands
while you guide my life
with the lantern's light
darkness you wipe
and show me with love
the path ahead
teach me each new thorn
which will bleed my
tender acorn
tell me mother
which is my father?
who is there among the males
who will not bed me at any style?
who can I trust
who will never fail me
and forsake when I defeated flee
Hold my hands, Oh Mom,
in your graceful steps
I learn the world's swift
your looks and laughs hide
the darkness harbouring
every turn
I am but a baby of ignorance
carry me to the land of safety
where let me sleep in peace and purity.