Hands Poem by ratnaprabha raykar

I look with awe at worn out gnarled hands of a help

How well have they have served their master!

Mesmerised am I by a doctors hands gone coarse with formaldehyde

How many lives saved they have!

Go green do I by matured hands of an elder woman

How many mouths have they satiated!

Watch with disbelief at hands of young village girls

who finish with alacrity a hundred tasks!

Smitten by love am I by small tender hands

which raise only to touch with love

but.....

swept with pity am I by delicate manicured hands

which know only to look pretty and nothing else

Ratnaprabha