Tender Poem by malini kadir

…..Till the heart is old and grey
And all your sinews have had its say
The blood of truce
Luke warm and spruce
Not running any marathon
But in gentle dribble run
Will trickle in the entire system
From flinch it did stem?
Yes; ridicule it did
The warmth it was dealt
Perhaps this hand of a friend
To hold; is all my heart shall crave till end
Come; pick your courage
With a rage
And transform your life
Our mutual love; your wife……..
In her memory work
She shall your luck tender stroke….