Skillful Hands Poem by Varsha M

Our body is a compact machine
Assimilation of rare combines
Well placed in position unique
And energizes with another

Complex breakdown process
To release the energy boxes
Making the house functional
Till the time it lasts.

In this hub of archive
I found one so attractive
The hands that serve
Carve, paint, or decorate

In all its efforts
A fine tinch of skill
Master every drill
Honoring it call.

Just like any other parts
With appendages straight
Yet fashioned such that
Skill dribble beyond count.

Yes, it's impossible
To manage without each
For each is designed unique
Contributing their best use

But the skilled hands
Attracts me for its skills
That catches our eyes
When served in crowds.