Hands of Magic(copyrighted by Me)

There you go

it flows and blows

away ,

here it is ,

approaches you,teases

and entices all the way  ,

comes to your hand ,

makes you feel like 

owning a wand,

and then ,

fakes into the air

conjectured with voices,

invisible yet audible , 

alongside the hands of fear.

Now all you have,

is no fancy wand,

coupled with fear of a magic-land.

You are left with the

self,you and your own

real hands.

So poor,broke ,

pain-soaked,

that's all they were to 

your eyes,

the first tear led the drizzling,

and came out your hands,

ordinary,to offer her their lap,

an amazing thing!

You know since then,

yeah, these hands,

are ordinary yet wands,

offering love over magic.

The left one patting on

your sweaty tired forehead,

the right one fighting it out

to carry the burden of the pens,

powerful by its words ,

of whom these are slaves

themselves !