Angelic hands

 

Had to spend
A few days in the hospital
There when I found myself on the bed
I had all the time in the world to think

Many a hands touched me
Some raised me from my bed

But among them
I found two type of hands
Those of angels
And those of humans

The touch of angels never pained
They were the sweetest
Their touches brimming with passion to care
Their touches brimming with love
Their touches brimming with the healing power of God
They never painful
Their touches raised me from the clutches of the pain

Other hands where those of humans
Their touches spilled that their hearts were forced to care
Their touches were as painful as hell
Theirs were passionless
Their touches were of masked love

But both the touches were my rescuers
Neither do I undervalue any of their effort
Nor do I underestimate them for I am not in their shoes
But unknowingly
Heart makes a little wish
That those humans find their passions and transform into angels
And no more humans be ever found in any field
Just angels with passionate hearts