Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

How To Make A Fist? - Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Could you make a fist, not to box,
the faces of the suspicious characters,
from the middle eastern and tropical shores?
Could you make a fist in the wee hours,
Of the morning to pick up the tooth brush,
To clean the tiny utensils in the mouth,
Could you make a fist without feeling the pain,
That pokes as the thorns in the flesh,
Before making a fist, stretch your fingers apart,
Keep your hands together and look up to the Lords,
Say the prayers whatever you desire,
Then move one finger forward, now right thumb in front,
Followed by the left thumb, slowly clasp those fingers,
Now you can look up to the sky, searching for the signs,
You may see the cross, crescent moon and the holy trinities,
Keep those fingers in the same position and flip as the fish do,
Don’t pressurize the fingers and the points where they touch,
Slowly twist your hands as you do when you hip dance,
Do it for a minute or two, now release your hands,
Keep your fingers apart and then slowly make a fist,
Is it still painful, reduced or the same?
If it is boring clasp the hands of your partner,
You can spread, clasp and flip as told earlier.
What was easier once may become tougher,
But the hearts always soften it to be subtler.

Comments about How To Make A Fist? by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

  • (4/18/2013 3:13:00 AM)

    very informative comment from TAR, Actually the exercise may help to ease the pain in phalanges and knuckles of the strained hands that may start to develop some other painful health issue. (Report) Reply

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  • Robinson (4/18/2013 2:20:00 AM)

    We have hands, with four fingers and three spaces between them.
    Then we have an original tool... the thunb. The fingers can clasp
    an hold and the space provides maximun coverage for least amount.
    but the thumb turns the hand into a multifaceted entity.
    The space between the thumb and fingers is the palm. Another tool in itself.
    The fingers, the palm, and the thumb make up most of the fist, the rest are the
    nuckles... hard bony structures that can take tremendous punishment and dish it out to.
    When we pray we offer our hands to God our most valuable asset.
    For by so doing we are acknowledging that for an eternal soul we give our most precious gift.
    Like the preist that clasps our hands in prayer God aclnowledges our gift.
    Our hands make us into who we are, a fighter, a writer, a teacher, artist, a lover.
    Think how much more the hands of God can do after all our hands are mirror images
    of his.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 2, 2013

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