Your Name in the Lines of My Hand

Rajasir

In the morning glow, when I wake and stand,
I see your name, in the lines of my hand,

A story of us, sketched in the sand,
You are written, deep where I land.

Every line tells the time we planned,
Every curve, like a melody so grand,

In my palm, your fate's not bland,
You are written in the lines of my hand.
No pen or ink, just life's silent band