Our hands work hard,
To build a life that we can stand,
A life like others, who we envy,
We think back to a time when we were happy,
We use our tools to recreate that moment of life,
Our hands have been over used and over worked,
To try and make a life, a world, seem like so much more,
After attempts of trying, but only to fail,
We all realize life is hard,
And we cannot change something by ourselves,
For god gave us hands to mold a life,
But our tools have been over worked,
Only god who has created this world,
Knows how to mold a perfect one.
A contest entry
- And this way... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended June 6, 5 entries
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Yes I do agree with you..you have rightly focused the prompt..I love this image..thanks for sharing it my friend....
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Excellent write here
We could be his hands if we worked his love and understanding the way he wishes us to. Only so many lets greed and hate get in the way of the beauty before us this is an excellent write
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