Touch

A soft touch which solidifies my courage,

"I am there, don't worry",

The touch has a hidden message

It calms my heart palpitating,

Comforts my anxious mind wondering,

"It is okay, everything will be fine"

Simple touch making the darkness shine.

It is not my fault, I am wired that way,

Mom's lap was once my only stay

In dad's arms, I passed the whole day

It's only the touch I know, someone is there

To protect me, to love me, to make my hardships go away.

But growing up has snatched that liberty,

Parents, now replaced with spouse but with same ability,

Now, being cuddled, my "stress" loses its visibility,

Unlike childhood, this may last for a little longer,

Before I embraced my toddler's hand, a touch with heaven's similarity.

Time flies, but the longing for a touch still remains,

I want that love, but my melting skin, refrains,

To play with my grand-children, hold their hands,

Worried if they dislike my hugs and kisses, adding to their pains.

I am alone now, sitting in the park

Waiting for the light to be replaced with the dark,

Soon I experienced, the same touch,

Making exactly same feeling instantly spark,

"I am still there, don't worry" breezing wind remark,

Seriously, nature knows what I want, with every journey I embark

Because, I may forget the creator, but the creator doesn't.

He knows what I need the most and He always delivers by setting a new benchmark.

Shingala - The Storyteller