Poems by
Mohammed Ansari P H Dr

Holding

a poem by Mohammed Ansari P H Dr

Sweating, sweating like a stream,
Gripping the throat with icy hands,
Fear creeping from toes,
Tons of pain over shoulders.

Awakened saw my daughters wondering eyes,
Sitting beside me in bed holding hands,
O God! You have given sweet life back,
Dear, dear everywhere.