A WARM HANDSHAKE


 

When I shook hands with a beggar
persuasively clasping his dishevelled fingers into mine;
The handshake was nonchalant
It was as if I had awakened
a dying man from the course of his idyllic sleep.

When I shook hands with a flamboyant model
gently entwining my hands in her dainty fingers;
The handshake was as cold as frozen ice
and I had to wash my hands with stringent acid soon after
to get rid of the vanity aroma that nearly choked me to death.

When I shook hands with a scrupulous business tycoon
in an ambience with majestic drapery and aromatic flowers;
The handshake was the most sophisticated I had ever encountered
and I deliberately rolled my hands in sordid sands after the same
to add some vibrancy;break free from the corporate world.

And eventually when I shook hands with a soldier
in a backdropof guns,commandos and war;
The handshake this time was 'a warm handshake'
as he fearlessly entangled his fingers in mine
And the fragrance of his loyalty lingered till times greater than eternity.

~Divjot Khurana~

 Modern School, Barakhamba Road

INDIA