The Jasmine Untouched Poem by Uddhab Naik

I am addicted to see the divine face
And the innocuous smile pouring
The love essence into my heart.
A sight revitalizing the foggy wish
Of seeing her footprints beside mine.

Every morning I see my
lucky palms that felt
the warmth of the gentle hands
Oh, What a handshake it was!
That changed a loner like me.

I swirl around the sky
With a dream of worshiping
The queen of beauties
A voice that sanitizes
The sufferings and chaos within

She is brighter than pearls.
And smoother than that of a marigold.
She is no less than the morning dew on a lotus.
She is like a happy bird returning home.
She is the Jasmine Untouched.

My pen looks for the
Words to sketch her sanctity
But feels helpless and wordless
To narrate the priceless moment
The first touch of love.