An Armless Hand Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

On marking his shirt over the shoulders
Shrugged off,
Just the shirt over
I just saw him of being without the hand,
Oh, without the hand

And felt sorry for the man armless,
Perhaps would have lost in the accident,
The shirt hand hanging down in show
And the hand is not within,
Prompting me to avoid and avert the face
And the gaze of his

Felt pity for with a very heavy heart of mine,
Feeling sorry for
Not a hand within the shirt
And the shirt hanging by handlessly
But a little later

To my astonishment saw I the one hand
Hanging within,
Under the shirt
And the shirt just propped over
And he saying, it’s my style

An armless hand writing,
Putting signature on
And it’s not my style!