Nervous hands: English poem by Typical Abdullah
Nervous hands: English poem by Typical Abdullah
Nervous hands, they fumble and shake,
With no place to rest, no move to make, Restless and anxious, they seek to find,
A home in the chaos, a place to unwind.
They flit and flutter, unsure of their place,
As if searching for solace in empty space, Longing for comfort, a sense of ease,
Yet finding no respite, no relief to seize.
They dance and sway, like leaves on a tree,
Lost in the wind, unanchored and free,
With no place to land, no sense of calm,
They keep moving, searching for a balm.
Oh, nervous hands, how you struggle and strain,
In search of a haven, a peaceful domain,
May you find the rest you so earnestly seek,
And finally, dear hands, find solace and peace.
