Hands

Hands speak,
When the feelings peak.

They rise together and pray,
They hit a son when he goes astray.

They protect a new born in mother's love,
They invite peace when they free a dove.

They cover the innocent face of a girl when she blushes,
They hold the face of a lover when he kisses.

They stab and kill,
In horror, they shake or remain still.


They measure,
they treasure.

They clench,
And in blood, they drench.

They fear and go listless,
They swear and curse the stress.

They don't just do things.
They speak,
At times, when our emotions peak...