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The Hand

Bite not the hand that feeds us,
The mother’s hand cares for us.
The hand that rocks the baby to sleep
The hand we latch on to for security.
The hand of fortune might turn around
From great heights can drop us to the ground
Evil is the hand that gives the slip
Can rock you and wreck you as a weak ship
The hand we hold with love and care
My ladies hand so tender and fair
The hand that wrote “The Psalm of life”
Is the hand that can take away your life
The hand that grows the wheat and rice
The hand that makes all wrongs right
Is the hand that looses all in a game of dice.
The hand that is the painters Paradise
Oh! God I beg of Your hand to lead
From darkness to light.

Bharat Hiteshi
Chennai

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