Walk Hand In Hand Poem by Rafique Farooqi

A silent procession walking through a garden
Speaks the dreams, ambitions
And things that can't be undone
Infestation of daydreams
That fade with  rolling in night
There are finally footsteps
To be heard softly upon the stone stair 
 we walked through the winters
Fallen leaves and scattered dead grasses
Unable to numb our feelings
Was it a fearless agony?
Or we crossed a line
On a journey measuring the hours 
Of untold history
Even we don't understand  the mysteries of life
Straying in the fissures of oblivion 
We walk hand in hand.