The Hands
the hands , held out , they reached the sky
the hands , waved , in air they fly
the hands , touched , to love and to care
the hands , joined , and bowed for a prayer
the hands , rushed , to hold the fate
the hands , pushed , wide open gates ...
MY hands ... your fingers ... a touch will do
carry the feelings , from me to you
THOSE hands will hold me ... as they all will cry
when in their hands ... I will die
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Copyright © Priyarpan Srivastava | Year Posted 2007
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