Fist Poem by Abdul Wahab
Fist
No one has hands and fingers
Like us
If you spread them
You can do miracles
If you shrink the fingers
And clinch them into a fist
You give nothing
Nor you are entitled to receive.
You choose yourself
To live in a barren land.
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