Hands.

Published December 10, 2014 by Shreya Rajvanshi

Strong hands never left the soft ones
In the angry crowd with millions
Of people fighting to win the race,
To stand on the top in this chase,
But still the warm hands never let go
Of the cold hands and took the blow
Each time people shook his daughter,
He stood there like a shining father.

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