Trembling hand

When the time was unfair

I was lost in despair

I was hated and casted out

To help me her trembling hand reached out

She talked my language

She understood my pain.

She saved me from myself

Even when she was in agony herself

She was hollow trembling and dying inside

But to help me out she left it all behind

In the way

We were opposed beaten up

Even in that time she took her stand

I was blessed and lucky to have by my side.

I was saved and protected by her trembling hand.


Man’s poetry.


8 Comments Add yours

  1. Lucky to have a person (which ever relation it may be) besides you who is ready to hold time at your bad time and protect you from stumbling!!


    1. oh your words always make my work feel proud

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Oh is that so!!! Am honoured!!


        1. you should be. its really nice to have someone who always notices and appreciates our work

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          1. ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š


  2. Sreeblogs says:

    Wow this is really good๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป


    1. SREE I always keep waiting for your feedback it justifies my work

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  3. eliza rudolf says:

    Great imagination…๐Ÿ˜Š


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