A Touch Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

My fingers,
Fondle through the hair of your chest
In such a way as the breeze blows,
Rustling singing through the woods,
Infusing drunkenness
In the network of all leaves of the grass,
Exposing with pride
The plight of her heart,
Humming, swaying and blushing,
Becoming a harbinger of the springs,
Addresses each leave saying,
“Life is love, and the touch is expression of it,
Its body is total purity, and its
Gorgeous physique has pores in millions,
They enclose perfumes,
And wait for touch of fidelity
That should unbolt them all,
And your odorous bulk of body should speak out
All messages of un-smelt scents”.

Written by Shazia Akbar
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar