We did not hold hands
As we stepped into my college.
Of life's responsibilities and duties on my shoulder,
I carried a heavy baggage.
We hugged when I got a job,
Adding to my family's income.
With loads of over-timings and insomnia,
Success and promotions was the expected outcome.
Now I hold her hand
When in the park we take a walk
This results from the irony brought by
The moving hands of the clock!
When she grows weak
I'll lift her in my arms.
With the same love and care
With which she protected me from all harms.