Just at your hand fringes
Lies someone very special
Ya ! its your finger grips
So smooth and delicate
They can do many deeds
The deeds our mind orders so
Whether good or bad it be
They are delicate to endure them
They can’t choose between good
Nor it be evil that comes
They do work to the mind
Whether it be drenched wet
So can’t you make a lot of happiness
Just with your fingertips in good
Why can’t our mind too be good
To make our delicate tips great