HANDS <br /> <br /> <br />My teacher had told me once, <br />Hands that rocks the cradle, <br />rules the world! <br />Now I find after some deliberations, <br />Hands that grasps the hammer and sickle, <br />Shapes the backbone of nations! <br />Hands which plough the fields and harvest <br />the crops, <br />Feed the hungry millions and our flocks! <br />Hands whenever clenched into fists, <br />Should be in righteous indignation and <br />for self-defence, <br />But never for acts of violence! <br />Hands that extend as a goodwill gesture <br />and shakes, <br />Always ends up in making true friends! <br />When both hands and fingers come <br />together, <br />Shaped like the bud of a lotus flower, <br />They become a symbol of thanks- giving, <br />the benediction hour! <br />And finally my friends, let us not forget <br />those Hands, <br />Which healed mankind and blessed; <br />Hands that were once nailed to the cross! <br />Hands which suffered and bled! <br />Those Hands of the Redeemer, the Lord! <br /> <br /> -Raj Nandy <br /> New Delhi <br /> 29 Mar 08 <br />(The above poem was inspired by Ariel Escalona's <br /> poem - Beautiful Hands; God bless him!)<br /><br />RAJ NANDY<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hands-21/
