The Sin Of Touch.. Poem by lalitha iyer

The wind blew
yes, it touched;
and there it flew
the lovely flower;
down into the cover
of some dusty old tower,
losing petals of lovely hues
dropping fragrance
all life and grace..

The clouds touched
the peaks of witches
their lovely breasts
rubbed against;
treasure chests spilled
and temples expelled
tumbling down came monsoons
crawling down the airy cocoons

why touch the untouchables?
and loose the life noble?
Adam touched the apple
sentencing men for example,
when the harp touched the heart
sadness touched the thoughts,
when thoughts touched the paper
world was sighted in laser,
when lungs touched with lust
pulses beat with thrust
and life touched the crust.....