I look with awe at worn out gnarled hands of a labourer how well have they have served their master mesmerised am I by a doctors hands gone rough with formaldehyde how many lives saved they have go green do I by matured hands of an elder woman how many mouths have they satiated watch with disbelief at hands of young village girls who finish with alacrity a hundred tasks smitten by love am I small tender hands which raise only to touch with love but..... swept with pity am I by delicate manicured hands which know only to look pretty and nothing else Ratnaprabha Raykar