The Coffee Table 1 Poem by Prathibha Nandakumar

To touch or not
was not the question

Penance will definitely give result.
Gods must descend and grant
As is their habit.

The designer draws plans.
To take form is not their prerogative
As can happen with alarming regularity.

The coffee table tells no secrets
Wiping away very crumb is a reflex
As listening ears absorb every whisper.

Fragrant Jasmine is addictive
A load of it not enough to caress
As a single bud can also arouse

And finally he touched all touchable,
Heart, mind and physique
He had no choice but to wear gloves.