The Song of Open Hands

This is a poem. I decided to put it here for two reasons:

One, I like to express here on hubpages as a poet, 

what I really want!

Second, We all have to achieve this thing spiritually now, 

no need to wait!

Now read and enjoy ...

The Song of Open Hands

Here are my open hands

Please open your hands

Let us shake our hands for a while

Then let us seat together

Let us feel our human touch

A very simple and shaking touch

A thin aura string forming human relation

Nothing is more than that,

Nothing is less than that.

In this world of varieties of wars and violence

Only this simple human relation is enough!

To overcome all the odds we have created.

This twentieth century has shown so many things:

Sea of bloods, rivers of tears

Valleys of hunger and darkness of fears

Our hands have locked by systems,

And have blocked by customs, beliefs and ideologies...

A newly born child has possibilities of the new world

But our holding hands - in the name of love -

Have old testaments to give.....

By this way generations have passed

People have shaken hands but generations have passed

Fact remains fact as past

Now let it be present blasts

Let us think on our simple and shaking touch

Let us feel the thin aura string of our relation

Let us don't talk.....

Silence...

Pure silence

Let us become living silence

The silence of existence

The silence of expansion

The sky is penetrating vastness in to the earth

A deep sigh of satisfaction is coming out through the roots of trees

Rivers, seas and oceans are the transparent reflection of the event

Perhaps, our simple shaking touch can cross

The boundaries, barriers of the countries, beliefs, ideologies, and so on.

Let us become part of this miracle

Our existence and we

Let us be true to that:

I do not know your name

I do not want to know your name

You are here with your open hands

Here are my open hands

The circle of identity is complete.

We, the people of earthen manifestation

We, the people of sky consciousness

Forget all other things

Forget even our power holder human fellows

Let them do, what they choose

Let us not loose

Our simple shaking touch and aura-string of human relation ...

We know power holders have used our hands

We know high melodrama of their acts:

Selling wars and purchasing peace

Expressing concerns and suppressing the truth

Conserving the surface and burning the roots

Let them be there with their power barriers

We have our touching hands

With the thin aura-string of human relation

It is more powerful than any atom bomb

More vigorous than any army

More discipline than any system

More meaningful than any world wide unity programme ...

They have divided us using this word 'UNITY'

They have divided our time and days also

World women day

World disable day

World labourer's day

World environment day

The earth day, the father day, the mother day

As well as friendship day and so on....

Their diaries have last page with 'world destroy day'!

Let us stop their divider

Let us use our multiplier aura-string

Hindu and Muslim,

Christian and Non-Christian,

Indian and American,

Asian and African,

Black and White.....

All have very tiny identity

Our identity has a solid base of unity of our open hands

Our aura-string of human relation.

See, the grasses have the essence of this with swinging

The winds have grasped the message by breezes

The birds have already sung the truth:

Here are my open wings

Please open your wings!