Divine Touch Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

The little girl was looking at the beautiful flowers,
The flowers were swinging in the gentle breeze
And the girl was smiling sweetly with ease,
What a delightful moment it was!
I gazed and wondered,
The pleasant morning with splendid sunshine looked glorious,
The child and the flowers seemed alike
And both were shining with glee,
Being enamoured I went to their holy domain
And patted the girl's soft and innocent chin,
It was a divine touch,
Soon I forgot my blemish
And incredibly discovered myself entangled with their own sacred class.