YOUR HAND

Being alone was sad,
So I held your hands;
Yet two of us felt lonely,
So we made lots of memories slowly.

Surely, it gave us thousands of powers,
Just like a beautiful bright three-leaf clover;
We know we can create any dream,
As the fishes of hope swimmer along the streams.

It's the time to soar up in the sky,
Let's raise our voices high;
Let's not stop until we pass that day,
When with a discouraged gloomy heart we lay.

The strengths in our hears,
The tears on our cheeks;
Were the witness on the day we bloomed,
Flipping the page, where we were doomed.

Even though that evening was dark,
Even though I could not find anyone familiar to me,
I felt a slight warm breeze in my heart,
Adding elegance to that beautiful flower which no one could see.


This feeling that I feel now,
Will never, ever be lost in my heart;
So, let this memory of us together,
Never let us feel apart.

                                                           -SRUSHTI