The Best Of Binus (Mga Mapanakit At Mapang-akit Na Tula At Prosa)

Hands

Two forelimb segment with fingers
Tend to grasp sky as Jupiter
Witty with brains owning manners
Kiss the vast sky and aim higher.

A creative and bonteous hose
That could write a wondrous prose
Turn teary eyes to love that rose
In world full of thorns and chaos.

They are filled of august magic
Could paint an art of aesthetic
Mixtures of passion and critic
That twist storms into ethic.

True love that connects heart deep within
One tap, clap or snap means somethin'
Rear fancy and fondness that win
Last forever as good souls' kin.

Aim goals and generousity
A vivid light in dark reality
Dull but standstill with gravity
Abide to strive for boon quality.

Hands- unbearably beautiful clue
Thy lurking in the shadow's glue
Hold on to things shaded blue
Yet they let go of the things , too.