Two hands clapped
There were two hands, alone,
Opposite each other,
Yet quite harmonious.
The left hand was stable,
Making its way open.
The right hand was active,
Having its way to reach.
They both met and clapped.
The left feigned innocence
And the right was punished
For the rape committed.
20.10.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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