We still hold hands like before, 
interlocking fingers 
dissipating warmth to each other, 
and comforting pains

In the days of yore 
it was my way of displaying love 

And now we still hold hands 
for the same reasons, 
but this time around 
it is more to affirm 
the beliefs we bestowed over years 
to reassure, 
that you are my flesh and blood, 
and it doesn’t matter 
where you shall be tomorrow 
that gentle touch of hands 
will still accord firm 
from your heart to mine, 
for you are my daughter, my son, 
a family to where we belong 

Happy Father’s Day 

by Shantanu Baruah

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