WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES....

Two instruments of grace, where magic lies,
A sculptor's tools, to mold and to create,
A gentle touch, where solace can arise,
A powerful force, to shape and to dictate.
With every gesture, stories start to unfold,
Of love and care, of strength and tenderness,
A language silent, yet eloquently bold,
A masterpiece, where beauty can confess.
From fingertips to palm, a canvas wide,
Where lines of life, and destiny reside,
A human touch, where souls can abide,
A sacred space, where love can confide.
So let us praise these hands, a wondrous art,
That shape our world, and mend the broken heart.