Today's Beautiful Gem: `Documents' by the
Russian poet Vladimir Semyonov,
translated by Avraham Yarmolinsky.
"These palms of mine--
If my papers were asked for,
And they'd been left at home,
I could present as documents
These work-hardened palms.
"Well, now, is everything in order? Answer!
They can tell you all you want to know:
The calluses on them are seals,
And I myself, Myself--
Am a livng signature to them.
"And when you've glanced at my hands,
You're likely to say, speaking
From the bottom of your heart,
`Such documents, friends, are no fakes,
You can't possibly forge them.'"
Om s'aantih: Peace! - J. K. Mohana Rao.
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