Touch

Mother’s touch is sure soothing ….

Her slap in rage strangles breathing .

A lover’s hug gives me warmth,

His torture disappoints for month after month.

Touching fire I feel shocking burnt..

In shivering cold for fire I hunt.

Touching ice I feel numb little.

In sweltering heat, cold bathing gentle

When I touch a cute butterfly,

At once it gets ready to go & fly.

Damselfly grabbed between fingers

Feel helpless in shoddy angers.

‘Touch me not’flowers close petal,

Whenever touched with object brutal.

Every touch depends on the situation

Touch always follows a variation.

All touches are not welcoming….

Sometimes causes hatred blaming.

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