Trudging along the slippery path of life,
If I ever slip to the ground,
Please extend a hand of yours,
For me to hold and turn around,
To be on my feet again, leaving the ground.
If I stray and stroll on a wrong path,
Just raise your hands and not voice,
And signal me to come back home,
Rush I will, abandoning the roam,
Like a dumb animal, to bear the wrath.
If you want to share a private whisper,
Just a soft touch on my hand will do,
If words run out, hold my hand and cast a look,
My eager ears will no doubt pick the clue,
Then and there, from your touch and stare.
If and when I lie speechless, in my final hours,
Darling please hold my hand and look at my face.
With your touch, I shall smile and say goodbye,
And slowly pass away in sublime grace,
Hands still clasped, my soul will be in the eternal space.
We all need someone to hold our hand in this life and hopefully in the next life too well done Khairul a lovely poem and thank you for taking the time to read and comment on my poem
Thank you, @Noreen Carden, for reading my poem and leaving a kind comment here. I've read your beautiful poem- 'Forgotten Prayer and liked it very much.
Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another. the most romantic poem i ever read.... bravo sir
@ Aqua Flower, Yes, 'holding hands is special...'. Thanks for reading my poem and leaving your comment here.
@Brianne Prestly, Thanks for reading my poem and leaving your kind words here. I am glad that you've chosen this as your favorite.
I love the image that you gave! ! Favorite poem for me! !
@ Patricia Grantham, Except in the first and the last sentence, my thoughts are echoed in your words. Thank you. Yes, a look, a touch, a smile can convey deep emotions and love. Rightly said.
You wrote this beautifully and filled with compassion. A kind touch, a tender smile or a glance from the eyes all of these convey emotions that can be breathtaking. Even in the final hours of life they can convey a love so deep. A thoughtful write that touched my heart. Well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If winter around, not sticks i will burn but spell this words...it warming innerside! _SOul