The Hand That Stayed. Poem by Avik DattaGupta

A lustred right hand juts out of the wall!
In the silence of a restaurant's absurd art,
It silently beckons with a frozen call,
An unsettling piece of peace to the heart!

Like death crying prisoned behind the wall!
The soul that departed the living brawl,
To head towards a strange wonderland,
Only crazy imaginations could understand!

Emotions can often be a good friend!
With assured amity that would never end,
Holding out a simple hand to hold,
With many a silent words untold.

The untold woes of a beggar,
Begging for its heart to survive!
Begging for now or never
In it's helpless living strive!

While some other hand begs for strings!
What strange creatures God truely brings!
To control living puppets of it's choice,
Echoing their selfish narcissistic noise!

Just a hand to feel the drizzling rain!
Trying to hold the water of love in vain!
Wetting the hand to lighten the soul,
Believing the hand was a part of the whole!

While a prisoner pleads for a futile release!
A singer hands invisible melodies to please!
A hand held out for marriage made in heaven!
The hand of a dead poet asking for a pen!

The divine hand might have looked like this!
Holding our souls to our mortal bliss,
As it's fingers moved for a moment to say!
I will remain as that hand that'd stay!