Hands meant to,

pull the kite chord,

pat on sand mounds,

paint with colours 

Are now sadly

hands that,

sell fruits on roads,

reach out begging,

scrub floors clean. 

Hands meant to,

hold a cricket bat,

put pen to paper,

solve math problems,

are now sadly,

hands that,

serve tea under trees,

caress strangers,

reach into pockets. 

Hands meant to,

heal the sick,

build bridges,

save the planet

are now sadly 

hands that 

grip iron bars,

pat fruitful bellies,

pay the price

for the society’s sins.




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