No touching
The hand was resting when
The nose felt itching by
Upper part, nostril.
The hand felt, ran to help:
"Go away…go away…"
The nose said.
Lips became flower
Rolled the eyes in wonder:
"What is this? What the hell! "
Deep in me the heart felt
That action, reaction
And wondered:
"What is this? What the hell! "
Brain said:
"I told you…"
Then stopped
As if day
With a dusk…
Came echo of a wise:
"Dumb has been
Always is, and will be
The mankind."
On wire sat a bird
Screeched: "I approve."
Sorry and broken
The hand said:
"I fed you like mother
And watched you like a nurse
Now you say go away? "
Then tickled eyebrows,
Eyelashes
And cheekbones and dimples.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem