Touch My Heart Poem by Abul Kayyum

Touch my heart, touch my soul
Touch me heart and soul
Touch my love that’s not lost in burning
And the bird of soul
flippered in that morning
And the cots of men – gutted spot
And the men of cots brutally shot
And that fleeing woodcock with golden tail
To touch my shock
Without fail.

Touch this extinct birds of my heart
To touch my pain grown of atomic rain
of nineteen forty five
And so smash the warmonger’s hive
With hatred of your heart
again and again
again and again
again and again - - -

Touch me, touch this ghostly birth
And the moaning birds
Of Hiroshima’s ruin
To mend your dearth
And to earn your peace and goal
For saving human soul
of the Earth

Touch my heart, touch my soul
Touch me heart and soul