We held hands at 10pm last night.
You were too fragile and I was harsh.
We crossed the crowded street with might.
There were strange cabs, but we didn't rush.
You carried her with extra care.
She pretended not to notice.
She told her heart not to fear.
As you continuously walked with grace.
"Soon you'd leave this place", she said.
But you'd be back as you promised.
Now,more poems she will write for you.
Would you love them? Yes or no?
Days will come and we'd be miles apart.
You'd be surely busy, I'm sure about that.
Please spend quality time with your mum.
Later, tell me how you've been with a wham!