Touch

My hands

open the curtains of your being

clothe you “one-further-step”
To uncover the components of your body

My hands

invent ‘another body’ of ‘your ’

Yet

Whilst I was making my way through;
The woods of forest
Someone, asked me;
“You have been on foot here for ages….
Can you hear the breathe ness of trees?
Can you identify their language?
Can you trace their mode of communication?”
My answer was “no”.

We have been staying
With our near and dear ones for long time since now
Abruptly my conscious enquired;
Do we sense their mourning, distress, lament ness?
Do we try to share their pains and sorrows?
“No”…. “Never”…

Yet, we claim ourselves to be as ‘humans’

Strange but true.