A month back, while I was crossing the road to take an auto for getting back to home from office. A hand stretched out towards me for help. I looked up to see the owner of the hand. An elderly woman of my mother’s age was murmuring something that I couldn’t figure out. The only thing that hit me at that time was to hold her hand. I gave my hand to her and she held it. The entwined fingers made two hands one and we crossed the road. As soon as we reached the other end she left my hand but she left a mark on my soul. Both of us smiled at each other she thanked me in her language that I didn’t understand. But her eyes spoke volumes, showcasing the love and gratitude. This one incident hit me so hard that I decided to write about it here on my blog in the form of poetry.
Amidst the crowd of numerous hands holding can of worms,
The hand of humanity stands aloof, not following the set of norms.
A hand which sets humans apart from the other mortals,
Is now long forgotten, in the chase of morsel.
It cries lying under the heap of ruins,
And its red tears are making the melancholic tunes.
The love for the worldly affairs has stimulated its slow death.
Sucking away its soul and leaving it to struggle for the normal breath.
It’s time to realize the heinous crime we all have done,
Killing the human hands with the power of gatling gun.
Once again we need to explore our concise,
Yes, we need to revive the dying love and pay the price.
The only thing we all can give to our mother earth,
A promise to constitute a world of humanity that will increase its worth.
Note : This is my entry for the challenge Giveaway Contest!
The challenge has been thrown by Blair 🙂 . Do check her out , she has a beautiful collection of poetry with different flavors of emotions .