Ode to the hands, which made me strong once again
Sailed me to a land, far from ocean of pain
The hands, which rescued my sinking vessel
The hands, which made me live – when to core I was slain
A mere Thank You would not suffice your care
For bestowing on me, the knowledge that you share
Here I walk again, standing tall and strong
In silence, for you saying a little prayer
The prayer thanks the God, asks happiness for you
No matter, who you are, no matter what you do
The least I can do today, is mute what I feel
And return a lasting smile, instead in the lieu
Holding on to my words, here I confess,
You shunned from my life - all the nasty mess
I don’t, yes don’t believe in big words Akhtar
Nor I cherish not to walk what I profess
Very soon I will walk, will have to go away
Lost in the winds of fear, endlessly I sway
Detesting the heart that ‘feels’ and the mind that ‘thinks’
Deep within my spirit, maliciously I fray
Yes I revere you, I revere you very much
Nothing would break me, for I am wounded as such
Thanks again for inculcating in me, the power to live
Thanks again for your divine, and healing touch
