As unruly I am
I feel crippled my hands
To plant words on paper
Capable to rouse
Indifferent people who asleep
Tomorrow they will become enemies of all
simply hate
Even for handicapped hands!
Hey! Get these hands! Yours... Today
**More creations on internet as Searchingthemeaningoflife
***The creations are inspired by books. Universally kisses. Renew them, put them music, translate them for FREE.All copyrights of published pictures belongs to the creators of works. Their use is only for information purposes.***
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...