who are going to deliver good at the end
Don’t stop the destructive hands either
As they may also be seen as little spot in the feather
No sound can be made without clapping
No message can be conveyed without gentle tapping
It is universal truth and must be realized soon
Hands can also be placed on head to escape blazing sun
Lord, you only directed us to do something
We were little ignorant to know about anything
It never occurred to our shaky mind
That hands are needed to deliver the good in kind
Number of times they are raised to seek blessings
It might be wanted for material gain with some misgivings
Yet they were inspired to seek from heavenly crown
We have always prayed and asked for pardon
We have done it with unknown fear
So much pain and agony was forced on us to bear
We did it under the compelling situation
We apologize now for its continuation
The hands can do no wrong even if desired to
They are meant to create comfort to pass through
Hands must feel hitch in doing wrong things
They shall have to be condemned for doing such things
You are reflected in all of our actions
It must be taken note of with no reaction
It may have bad repercussion yet we feel bad
you forgive us and return happiness before we become sad