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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