I was taken out from my mother's womb by a doctor's hands.
I was taken to my mother for the first milk by a nurse's hands.
I was welcomed to my family with a rejoice by my grandma's hands.
I was cared; when I cry ;by my mother's mighty hands.
I took my firststep with the support of my father's hands
When I went to school I hold tightly on my sister's hands.
In my college days my hands were in my lover's hands.
After my marriage I hold on my husband's hands
When I become a mother I searched for my childern's hands
As I grew old and weak I walk by holding my daughter's hands.
I was fed my daily meals by my son's hands.
The coffin that I am now is made by a carpenter's hands.
The bouquet which is laying on my chest is made by some other's hands.
So many hands helped me to complete my life..
So many hands are needed to get buried..
I'm waiting for a heavenly hand which could raise me to eternal life...
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 12:39 PM UTC
I was taken out from my mother's womb by a doctor's hands.
I was taken to my mother for the first milk by a nurse's hands.
I was welcomed to my family with a rejoice by my grandma's hands.
I was cared; when I cry ;by my mother's mighty hands.
I took my firststep with the support of my father's hands
When I went to school I hold tightly on my sister's hands.
In my college days my hands were in my lover's hands.
After my marriage I hold on my husband's hands
When I become a mother I searched for my childern's hands
As I grew old and weak I walk by holding my daughter's hands.
I was fed my daily meals by my son's hands.
The coffin that I am now is made by a carpenter's hands.
The bouquet which is laying on my chest is made by some other's hands.
So many hands helped me to complete my life..
So many hands are needed to get buried..
I'm waiting for a heavenly hand which could raise me to eternal life...
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