Blissful Hands

By Shyamoli Banerjee

One Cool Moonbeam Lighted Night

I asked my Hands Left And Right,

What kind Of Hands you wish to be ?

Hands Of might? Receiving prestigious award

Hands Of Brave Soldier? Getting gallantary reward

Hands Of Hammering Judgement?

Hands Of Doing Surgery on etherized patient ?

Hands answered,

You Talked about Fame And Glory,

But none of them touch us we are sorry.

We wish to be hands of healer

Balming the broken heart of lover..........

We Wish to be sticks of Blind And Lame

Crossing through crowdy mad road keeping them in The safest Lane ........

We wish to be a Labour’s soil smitten Hand

With sun-bathed body sitting on sand............

We wish to free the caged bird

To make it fly High And High...........

We wish to be noble prayful hands

Amid silent,blissful eternity passing By.........................

By Shyamoli Banerjee