Untouched Poem by ashok jadhav

Untouched by time, a quiet grace remains,
A fragile bloom that neither fades nor bends;
It stands apart from sorrow, loss, and chains,
And keeps its truth where fleeting life pretends.
No careless hand has marred its gentle face,
No hurried step has pressed its petals down;
It moves with patience, measured, full of grace,
A steadfast light untainted by the town.
Yet being untouched does not mean withdrawn,
It feels, it watches, tenderly aware;
It learns from storms that pass before the dawn,
And grows in strength, untouched by shallow care.
O precious calm, untouched, serene, and wise,
You teach the heart to see through worldly eyes.