Bite not the hand that feeds us, The mother’s hand cares for us. The hand that rocks the baby to sleep The hand we latch on to for security. The hand of fortune might turn around From great heights can drop us to the ground Evil is the hand that gives the slip Can rock you and wreck you as a weak ship The hand we hold with love and care My ladies hand so tender and fair The hand that wrote “The Psalm of life” Is the hand that can take away your life The hand that grows the wheat and rice The hand that makes all wrongs right Is the hand that looses all in a game of dice. The hand that is the painters Paradise Oh! God I beg of Your hand to lead From darkness to light. Bharat Hiteshi Chennai
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