Hands of a carpenter
I do not wish the sun to rise
And I do not wish the moon to disappear
The carpenter who made this bed
Has done more than he could dream for
Saving me from the nightmare of getting up
To see what I do not wish to see
And to hear what I do not wish to hear
If ever I see that carpenter
I would like
To tell him from the depth of my heart
That I am indebted to him forever.
K.P. Sasi is a writer, cartoonist and film maker


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