The Soft Hands
Best creation by the creator.
I ponder,
What is the magnificent creation,
Created by the creator,
The Sun, Moon or the Earth,
Or the Milky Way Galaxy?
But my question is answered,
When I feel a soft stroke,
From an angelic hand,
It’s my mother’s hand.
The God transcends,
Through the mothers,
All over the Earth,
To protect all creatures,
And the proof is,
My mother’s hand.
Her hands are soft,
As beautiful clouds,
When she embraces me,
With love and affection.
Her hands are full of love,
Like the colourful rainbow,
When she hugs me,
Whenever I am in sorrow or despair.
Her hands are full of hope,
Like the peak of the mountain,
When she holds my hands tightly,
As a hope that she will not give up on me,
Despite any turmoil and hurricane.
Her hands are full of scars,
As the result of kitchen burns,
Yet, she is determined,
To serve the scrumptious meal,
To fulfil my appetite.
Her hands are strong,
Like the armour,
When comes to protect me,
From the danger since I was an infant,
Even till now,
As for her, I am always her tot,
And for me, she is always my angel,
With the invisible force in her palms,
That can perform miracles,
Through her hands.
©Hamsalekha
