My hands they did the work of love.
Today as I raise to salute
My hands they nudge, push and pull.
Sometime ago I was more in the grip
And then I lost myself to life bewitched.
It was only when I gazed into your eyes
That I found myself and I cried
Tears for I know not what it meant
And I couldn't pass on by to relent.
The photographs remind me of
A time when my hands did the work of love.
I am standing atop the mountaintop
And today I refuse to stall or stop
Because victory is just a step away
As I claim the pinnacle and I've passed the test.
Remind me again of another time
When all was beauty, all was fine
And I'll shed some more tears
Because I've been told to keep quiet
So out of fear I don't say a word today
And the sound of silence deafens me anyway.
So I'll quicken my pace, let my heart race
Because the blizzard has eased
And I am home with hands and all,
Blood and bones and there rushing within
Is the sound of life and I am happy,
I have conquered the winning spot.
-- Doel Sengupta
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