Hands of labor
The old man bent; then rose
On forehead set; then kissed
The thing found from ground
Then he searched, in the wall
A hole; up, he saw, found...
Sacred was what he found; inserted in the wall.
Cracked hands, of the work
The hands which deserved kiss
From his prophet; Mohammad:
"I kiss hands of labors."
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A well articulated poem written with insight. I like the suspense and the conviction of the poet. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.