Two Different Hands

Two Different Hands

A Poem by Himaya Ka
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But I reckon not to choose, each one serves its purpose

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TWO DIFFERENT HANDS

One is left
The other is right
Two different hands
They're black and white

One push me down
The other raise me up
Each one has a goal
Determined to reach out

One reaches to slap
The other holds the chin up
Two different hands
They're cold and hot

Two different hands
Which is more important
Which one is to be shaken off
Which one is for keep

But I reckon not to choose
Each one serves its purpose
Two different hands
Shape me to what I should be


© 2020 Himaya Ka


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Added on November 4, 2020
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Himaya Ka
Himaya Ka

Cebu City, Visayas, Philippines



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