Feeling - Poem by Ratnakar Rout
Like the first dropp of rain
Touches the earth
The touch of some one
Touched some where in
The unseen petals of the hidden flower
Enchant the lone pedestrian
In the woods eternally
By its uncommon aroma
As an incense stick
Burnt sometime back
In a sanctum
And bemuses the passerby
With its’ last left fragrance
Through a tiny outlet exists there.
It is raining sparsely outside
The beautiful odor of the soil
Pours into the bedroom
Emanated from the crest of the earth.
The untainted smell multiplies
With the falling of rain drops
And the feelings of the touch
Spread into the each blood cell
The rain turns to heavy shower
The feeling preserved in each
Cell grows within
Like a honeycomb grows by bees.
It flows in the bloodstream
Captures and hypnotizes
There is no existence of anything
Anywhere except the feeling of touch.
A river flows downstream
To its only destination
Surrenders and mingles in the sea
Where there is water
No rain, no shower, no river
The feeling germinates somewhere
Grows to a full bloomed tree
And spreads to the entire Universe
Not curliness to any definite proposition
The touch is huge, unbelievable
Is that the feeling of love?
For one life only
Or for time immemorial
Or well above the compass of this
When evening runs to midnight
Darkness swells up
The music of the showers
Breaks the silence all-round
But creates no hindrance for the beholder.
The feeling still prevails.
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