Hands Of Labor Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Hands Of Labor

Rating: 4.5


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."

Thursday, November 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: faith
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
In the older lands, people lift the sacred items, put them on foreheads and kiss, then preserve somewhere not to disrespected again.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 20 November 2014

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.

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