Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Cling Cling

As a baby, my eyes hankered to hold the hands of my mom,
To break the insecurity, to give me confidence;
As I grow, the young girl in me looked forward
To hold on to my career,
Along with the fun and stress that it brought along.

The marriage knot brought a new dimension to life,
Holding on to a hand in the path of life,
Then I grow to hold on to a baby,
Both of us holding on to each other so that neither of us fall!

I sit around today thinking when would I come out of this
relay race of holding onto something,
Though you may call this a way of life,
Is it not time to hold on to something on which I have control,
Why not hold on to myself?
So that I can be steady enough to hold so many other hands!

2 comments:

  1. Nice Preethi.
    With a little tweaking, it could be very good poetry.

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  2. awesome .... time to think abt it... :)

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