Hold My Hand Poem by Khushbeen Kaur

Hold my hand, I won't mind
Little effort you have to make
Pull me out of the timid bubble
Little risk I shall then take

Look out at the sky, don't let this season pass
Bare foot I want to walk with you on this wet and green grass
Long and sweet future we need to plan out
While sitting on the rock that is set just near the lake

We would sip our favorite coffee in the same old open shop
You again pull out your hanky to clean the spilled drop
You're asking me the reason, out of apprehension when I shake
One more time to hide my coyness, it's too cold I would fake

Lets tell each other the things we hid, Lets form a silver line
Whisper in my ears all your deepest secrets and I shall tell you mine
I threw a clue in the Air, grab and let the silence break
My patience is eager to hear from you, hold my hand it says