A Real Touch - Poem by Saurabh Som
All this talk and all this wait
All these smiles counterfeit
Connecting through wires and cords
Typed letters... or real words?
All this time, all this while
All these papers in exile
A real smile... not recently used
A real smile... although confused
A real touch... and real embrace
Real love with all its grace
Aching fingers... typing slow
Eyes aching... from the monitor’s glow
Forgot what the sun looks like?
Forgot fun... and mountain hike?
Come out of your virtual world
Twisted lies... and half truth gnarled
Can you type what your eyes say?
Or the feeling when I touch you this way?
Can I ever TYPE your blush?
Or the song of a whistling thrush?
Love letters written with ink and pen
The joy they speak of... and the pain
And thus you return to reality
Can you substitute my love... or me?
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