Gifted Hands

A Poem by Satish Verma

Gifted Hands

I don't hear
I don't speak.

Only the ink flows-
without words, waiting
for birth mother.

Water breaks.
A poem is born

© 2023 Satish Verma

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Added on October 15, 2023
Last Updated on October 15, 2023

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Satish Verma