Palm Of Her Hand Poem by Vera Sidhwa

The see-sawing leaves,
Dropping at low speed,
On the sunshiny palm
Of her soft hands.

Showed the combination,
Of life's story,
Etched in the human,
And the leaves' vasucular system,

To be very,
Possibly the similar in structure,
And similar Story of everyone here,
And everything here.

The story of the leaves' tour
Throught life,
And mine,
Could have meant that we once,
May have met sometime in some place.