Gifted Hands Poem by Satish Verma
Gifted Hands
I don't hear
I don't speak.
Only the ink flows-
without words, waiting
for birth mother.
Water breaks.
A poem is born
Sunday, January 6, 2019
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Bernard F. Asuncion
07 January 2019
A marvelous write, Satish.................................
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5/6/2024 6:55:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
beautiful poem // Hand finds a friendship Pen spreads ink in paper's depth Poem enjoys all