I can never touch somebody’s hand –
It seems that I steal from God,
And more – I can’t touch the heart –
Because heart is in, I’m –out.
Ha ha ha very witty poem.....In my religion touching hands of any women is prohibited...............exceptions are there like mother, sister, wife and daughter and maternal aunt, paternal aunt, grand mothers........
Thanks for the thoughts. I think you meant steal not 'steel. I hope you don't mind a correction of Engish which is probaby not your native language.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The Muslim custom Mohammed refers to below is NOT the issue of your poem. You are invoking something very different. It's in the nature of a sacrifice. B-U-T there's another way to approach this: when you touch the right person's hand, when you reach a good person's heart, you are also touching and reaching the rightness and goodness of God, WHO RESIDES IN ALL OF HIS CREATURES. Hands and Hearts were created by God, and EVERYTHING he created is in good and right in a state of grace. Whew! I just had to affirm this!