Take My Hand
Background: This poem is inspired from a sketch made by my brother which shows two hands that are interwined.
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Take My hand
Hold me tight
Love me tenderly
Through the night.
And in the morning
When the sun glows
We’ll declare out love
And let the world know
For I’m tired of hiding
Behid closed doors.
So take my hand
Hold me tight
Love me in hiding
Just one last time!
(7 July 2007)
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Preeti lives in Mumbai with her friends, a whole lot of books related to the Chartered Accountancy course that she is pursuing, fun and a lot of laughter. She loves dreaming. It takes small things to make her happy! She is passionate about writing, singing, food and traveling. Firmly believes that one lifetime is not enough to dabble in everything under the sun, but one must make the most of it!
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“One last time…” this feeling makes this love special.. when we hide and make love we fear is tthis the last time..
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