Your hands, so skilful then,
Could tie a bow in a heartbeat
Cut the toughest carrots
Hold buttercups beneath my chin
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Beautifully penned. Deepest emotions poured into these exquisitely crafted lines.
I can well relate to your poem.This poem reminds me of my father when he was lying bedridden, unable to move his right hand and legs.It is pathetic to see a dear one who was your support and strength going weak and fragile.
Thank you, Bharati. I am sorry to hear this about your father.