Tuesday, October 13, 2009

His Hands

A poem by Baboki Kayawe


Below is the power of his hands. They can hold, caress, direct and make the brush come. Them hands got brains……….they are not just hands but cognitively charged…………….

Words alone fail to describe them hands
Hands that does wonders
Hands that brings closer any situation explicitly
Be it war, hunger and happiness
Sadness,love. Nothing and everything

I looked at the Pregnant Skeleton and wondered
What the source of all these wonders could be
Now, I know ...

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