Folded hands spread respect and hope,
Unlike crossed fingers, raising a hunch.
Kneeling legs speak of surrender,
While kicking feet are fixed in savagery.
Staring is strikingly straight forward;
But ogling ousts decency from the eyes.
Further, an eyewash reflects absence of truth.
An eye for an eye, is a teething tale of revenge.
A hand wash is clinically healthy, these days.
Whereas washing off one's hands is similar to,
Deserting the bonding that the hands established.
Handshakes hail both diplomacy and drop off.
Hearsays honk invisible hatred and mistrust.
Some people literally turn deaf years to truth,
As they have earmarked their endearing time,
To hear unethical stories of fraud and falsehood.
Chest thumping is challengingly cheekier than
Shouldering responsibilities with righteousness.
There are knee-jerking reactions from rivals,
Who never join us in kickstarting new ventures.
Some headlines keep our heads down in shame,
While headstrong guys,hardly rise to the height of fame.
Body language as such, has neither text nor script.
Nevertheless, it spearheads a style of semantic shift.
P. Chandrasekaran.
