Touch Poem by Ratnakar Rout

Din and bustles around
I am drifted away day by day
Longing for absolute solitude.
Desperately I was
Passing the hours
In the midst of loneliness
And pretty wild flowers.

Suddenly a touch smeared my heart
From an unknown strange hand
Whom I know not
A soft and tender touch
Baffled me for a moment
Really thrilling, enchanting,
Unforgettable.

The precious touch engraved a wound
Though healed up in the passage of time
Blotted a deep scar at a virgin mind
Which is active like a volcano and painful.

The offspring born in a midnight hour
A few months’ back grows
My quest started since then
Still continues
For that imaginary naughty hand
Who roused me from the deep slumber?
Germinated the seeds of search
In a dried and barren soil
I am waiting for that hidden treasurer
Which may be available somewhere.
My search still continues.