Touch me not with stratum

And not with cornea

Not with edges

Not with expressions

Not with splendor

As I am numb to mortal contact;

Open your life

And read the poetry

Then, imbibe the substance

Inhale the fragrance

Listen to the harmony

And close your eyes

Then, touch me with your core

As concealed in your nerves;

I open the access to me

I accept you from death

I adapt me to your life

I adopt you to my planet

And I abide your feelings

For you to dwell in my armrest;

Now, let me touch you with my connection

So, you shall feel the everlasting affection

That, you shall never feel the affliction;

I grant my blessing to your heart

With a will printed in your favor

Placed in court for the whole world to read

Now, close your thoughts and rest in peace

Life is all yours, your own, to declare with pride;

 

                                 By: R K CHOWDARY