Work-Worn Hands And Hidden Dreams Poem by ashok jadhav
Work-Worn Hands And Hidden Dreams
These hands have tilled, have mended, swept, and sewn,
Each line a story etched by honest strife;
Yet in their grasp, a quiet hope has grown,
A whispered longing for another life.
Beneath the calloused skin, ambitions lie,
Like seeds awaiting spring's forgiving rain;
Though labor binds them under daily sky,
Dreams rise in secret, undiminished, plain.
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