Hands

Hands

A 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 !

© 2014 prema


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prema
prema

thiruvanathapuram, India



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