Two hands clapped

There were two hands, alone,
Opposite each other,
Yet quite harmonious.
The left hand was stable,
Making its way open.
The right hand was active,
Having its way to reach.
They both met and clapped.
The left feigned innocence
And the right was punished
For the rape committed.
20.10.2005

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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