Touch Me Not Poem by ATUL CHANDRA SARKAR

I may not be a mimosa,
Sensitive to touch,
Still, no wild touches please,
Which cool overnight,
Just a simple smile,
A warm, tender touch,
Which awakens passion,
Arouses love,
Strikes a chord,
Becomes a hum,
A piece of art,
A memento,
Prized forever,
Which I shall tenderly,
Take out from the shelf
Of the heart, blow off
The dust of days,
From its face, relive it,
Then, keep it back again,
As I wipe a tear,
From the eyes of pain,
With a smile, before
A fogged mirror.