The hand that hugs me to sleep…

Is my own comfort factor.

The long and tiring days,

Unending work and some thankless days.

All become worth living, when

That hand hugs me to sleep.

The intuition to know that

Something is wrong.

And the compounding hug

Makes me shed a tear of joy

When that hand hugs me.

All the happiness and joy

In the World

Cannot equate to the warmth

And comfort of that warm

Hand that hugs me to sleep.

I dont know how I decided

On this hand to hug me

Its the Lord’s will and my goodwill

For its the lucky few, like me

Who go to sleep with a smile

All becos of the hand that hugs me.