Handshakes
The joining of hands compels one to be a bridge
That is built in a day;
These germs are your germs
Inhabiting the monster’s skin.
But lying is an old habit,
To trust is to better understand fellow-men.
I join and handshake whenever needed,
Buzzing my mouth with applause
And compliment.
One bridge is enough for the shoulders to bear,
A monstrous bridge is a catastrophe
For you lack understanding of the bridges.
A simple handshake does dirt to the actions
Whilst their friendship is doomed.
poem by Naveed Akram
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