Tranced
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Two tiny hands
tried approaching my fingers' realm
with a warmth, which was no earthly at all
Aghast, by the unexpected trance
I tried reaching those tiny little hands
but late, it seemed, I was
the cupcake like hands were vanished
when I glanced around
trying to find out the charm
breathless, I ran to clutch them
in mine, as they needed me
and my need were those innocent,
teeny weeny palms
which I lost long ago,
very soon after I was born.
By
Poetess Varsha Singh
© Varsha Singh
