THE SURROGATE HANDS AND EYES.

THE SURROGATE HANDS AND EYES.

 

Pair of proxy eyes:

Gaze down to read,

Questions, then write,

The answers we feed.

 

The word handwriting:

Gets uncompounded,

Because, hands are theirs,

Being written alone is ours!

 

At times, the concepts prepared:

Don’t go into the paper,

Because, they own the signs,

Afterall, what We have is just minds!

 

What the hands beget:

Letters of beauty or ugly,

We cannot decide them,

My god! we shouldn’t even aside them!

 

If they don’t capture:

Our life on the paper,

To us it has been here,

As a nervous affair!

 

They are denoted as scribes:

Neither a teacher nor a friend,

Our dictation they do inscribe,

To us the certificates and jobs that alone ascribe!

 

We hire Their arms:

But they don’t rent their emotions,

While penning inside if that operate?

Right through, in us it reverberates!

 

This is a mind game:

Of course, it shapes our fame,

By supplying inky fuel,

Which keeps us inflame!

 

We must confess:

They are not hands and eyes always,

Go beyond and become,

An extended heart, and an envisioned sight!

 

The uncertainty hangs over:

At the penning down of our exams,

On occasions, we get preconceived eyes,

And forejudged hands!

 

We sit along to tell:

But our psyche is full of,

The produced, recounted and still,

Unchanged approach about our stuff!

 

The reluctant eyes and untrained hands,

At times kill our poised dreams,

We do have sleepless aims,

Don’t peddle with it by curbing the chance!

 

Dr. U. Mahendran.