Monday, January 9, 2017

I See Her Hands--By Indunil Madhusankha--Sri Lanka

I See Her Hands

I see her hands
when she dearly holds
mine with hers
She has cold, but lingering hands
So, I can still feel the very warmth
The skin shrivelled and
clustered with lifeless wrinkles
They have a pinkish hue
and a scatter of dark red spots
Her aged hands are the portrait
of a great life story
daubed with enormous sweat and tears
The reflection of a triumphant odyssey
full of love, courage and perseverance
and also a strength,
a staggering strength,
so lavish to enliven generations

Indunil Madhusankha is a budding young poet from Sri Lanka and is currently reading for a BSc Special Degree in Mathematics in the Faculty of Science of the University of Colombo.


  1. Dear Indunil,
    I admire your ability to draw so much meaning from your metaphor of "hands."
    Do send us more poems!

    1. Thank you very much Michael for your kind and inspirational words.

  2. This beautiful poem is a love letter to a precious soul who has inspired you in life. How lovely that you have written them this heartfelt tribute. I was moved by your words Indunil. Blessings, Connie

  3. Dear Indunil,

    It is good to see that you already have two lovely comments on your poem. Welcome to Whispers! I hope you enjoy your time spent here. May you continue to find success in your writing journey.


  4. Indunil,
    A greatly inspired poem. Welcome to Whispers!
    Your new friend,
    David Fox

  5. Hello Indunil. Welcome to Whispers and thank you for such a beautiful poem. I enjoyed it. Continued blessings!

    -MJ (

  6. very lovely poem love and light,angelee

  7. I truly enjoyed "I See Her Hands" Indunil, Excellent
    recorded thoughts, What a great heart you display in your
    writing. Great, full of detail writing.