HandsA Poem by prema
HANDS
Odd are the methods of Hindu GOD and GODDESS Themselves equipped with weapons on Hand Send poor souls empty-handed to the Earth Smarter grabs weapons to use against weaker. Now my hand is not empty For I carry weapon to scare Those away , my delicate hand Meant for other fine JOB. A pair of hands fascinate me to no ends A hand-shake ,salute or even a wave What a message does it convey Hands that speak volumes only you need to hearken. A doctor's hand , a butcher's hand A policeman's , banker's and a priest's All doing the same action The difference lies in the manner they perform !
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Added on May 7, 2014 Last Updated on May 7, 2014 Authorpremathiruvanathapuram, IndiaAboutJust an ordinary housewife whose passion is reading. I get inspired by nature and I just adore mother earth and all its bounty she has to offer. Right now I am a bit obese and am in the process of w.. more..Writing
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