Untouchable Poem by nasrullah baki

untouchable



I saw him wading,
Making wall with sand.
Bathed with doubts.
I saw him talking wordless,
Walking spaceless, drinking
With empty glass, crossing
Crispy road to nowhere.

He was seen walking
On the rock, accumulating stone.
Speaking the truth.
The whole truth is percolating
From his eyes, none, lips.

He was seen writing dilapidated
Creating room let air go beyond,
Let sounds go,
Let space pivoted.
Sneaking with wood, steel
And wheels and sun shine.
Running on fire is abject.
Sleeping with heat pejorative.

I saw him vast
With sky and with oceans,
Pure with inborn and unseen.
And decorated with extreme two poles
Happy with water and surge
Though untouchable by surroundings.



26 June,2009.