Clasping the clapping
is not easy.
It echoes
and mingles with the air.
But without holding,
things aren't ours.
They are on Everest.
Fingers are benefactors.
We're not deprived of
what we like to have.
God's greatest blessing,
greatest gift.
They're brushes
to paint perfect paintings.
They're emotions.
They're hooligans.
They're flowers and thorns.
They're poet's keyboard.