A Gentle Touch (Shakespearean Sonnet) Poem by ashok jadhav

A gentle touch, so soft it stirs the soul,
Yet wakes a fire that words could never frame;
It mends the cracks that time has made its goal,
And lights the heart as though it knew its name.
No trumpet sounds, no herald marks its start,
Yet in that fleeting pressure lies a vow;
A silent language written on the heart,
A promise held in each caressing brow.
How mighty deeds are dwarfed by hands so mild,
Which speak of trust, of comfort, and of grace;
The world grows calm where once it raged and riled,
And every fear departs that held its place.
O tender touch, thy quiet strength I see,
A whispered love that sets the spirit free.