The Hands that Hold on…

Akshay Agarwal

Part time poet.

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The Mother

She was never the conventional kind

And that’s how she shaped my mind

She taught me cricket, not just care

Strength passed like a well time throw

A September soul who raised me different

The Sister

We fought like siblings are meant to do

Loud , petty, endless and somehow sweet

She sees the world in frame and colours

A mind wired to make magic real

Always keeping the life in Prime Focus

The Soulmate

You adore every quirk I have

Love me without condition or pause

You stand by me when I rise or fall

Steady fierce and deeply loyal

My Scorpio baby, always there for me

The Buddy

You’re the “well read “ one

A lefty like me wired a little different

Always reading, collecting worlds

Is a Mallu at heart

A friendship built on shared stories

Myself

Because of you four, my world has changedYou shaped how I love and listenI borrow your strength, Patience and fireLook at life through all your eyesGrateful for the man that made me be