Two Hands
I made a pact with pain
In indolance i wont gain
My black skin wont crack
So will toil my sweat out
Mind wont foil me, no doubt
But i only gat two hands.
Conceived a decade younger
With ten feeble fingers
Expected to grab life by horns
And step on pathways of thorns
With no other soul to depend
But only heart and two hands.
I made a pact with fortune
That we meet not anytime soon
Till then pain be my tingling tune
That plays cold like mid June...
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