SPEAKING HANDS

I wanted my hands to speak to you….

The very same hands that were

once tiny fists

Clenched against the world

Holding mother in a tight grip

 

Then creases formed

Heart line and life line

in the right direction

As I lost my grip

Fists became hands

Hands reaching out

to the world

Growing bangles

Decorating them

Grown up world

Broke those bangles

Hands became fists

Clenched against my self

These fists are silent

They would never become

hands and speak to you

I feared …So , I spoke

About their speaking ….

Because I could talk about

such things…

You thought I was a shameless

Hussy .