Fingers, Prose Poem, Assonance
Lonely in this world I am, No one to stand beside me. Its my fingers who wipe away my tears whenever I weep. Its them who pats my back when I make myself proud. Its none other but them, to feed my hunger. They oil my hair to make my stress vanish.They help me lay my thoughts on a paper or my laptop screen, makes me more thoughtful every passing day.