Soft hand (descriptive about poet)

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(the above picture is the original picture of the hand of our little girl/me. Yep she loves decorating her hand. Piano and writing are the things which her hand only do so yeah she respects her hands a lot.)

This time our little girl was kind of angry. She doesn't shows her anger much. This day her cousin sister told her, "Uh I don't think you are much tough. Like you are so soft to be responsible. Yeah I know you are 13 but your mom gave me the responsibility to take care of you while you roam around the village. You won't be able to protect yourself. Listen don't feel bad about it. There are many bad people out there that is why I can't let you go out alone." Our little girl understood it but she got an brilliant idea of a poem. She also do really have soft hands. So she wrote a cute poem for her hands which she adores so much. Her hands are her favorite part.

Soft hand

People say that,
The softest thing is my hand,
It is more softer than of a baby,
And never put it in sand.

People squeeze my hand when they shake,
It makes me irritated,
Of course it would make,
But they don't know,
My hand smooth as leather,
Can give a slap,
Tighter than leather.

If you think my hands are weak,
Sorry but you got an IQ leak,
Even if my hands are docile,
My tounge will make you wanna run away from me more than a mile.

Meaning : This poem doesn't just end in the description of hand. It is a pretty deep poem which readers wouldn't have expected. Over here take the hands as heart. So if you see it from the pov of heart then it changes the whole story. It means that our little girl have a soft heart and people say her that she won't be able to handle tough or difficult situations for her sensitive self. But they don't know that she herself have a tough side which no one have seen it as she never showed it. It comes out only when it is utterly required. She wants to tell her soft heart can also give a savage come back.

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