Mudras [Fatras Poem]

My hands are two and with these ten fingers there's 
fancy things that I can do, bend and shape them.
On my own and I can get a help from you,
but then I think about it and it makes me,
wondering about my fingers with you, Ha
Ha, silly fingers and the mudras are not.
Wolfs in the shadows and symbols of water, 
flowers, candles and sound, and much more than that.
We are not going to discuss the phallic 
symbol; now we are going to bend our hands,
twists Oh my fingers in many ways murdas.

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