Touch …

Your warmth, your compassion, what was it that made my endless cries silent into peaceful dreams
The only means to tender laughter from my restless screams

The first time you held my fingers when your arms meant the world to me
The gentle kisses on my forehead that brought in my eyes the eternal glee

Oh now I don’t cry, neither do I scream
But still I seek your supportive pat which can make me believe in my dream
“Go Dada Go”, your confident whispers which were pre-requisites for me to ace in every race
Then you found “him” and left us all for viewing this world through “his” eye
The unstoppable droplets of moisture in your eyes, like a million twinkling stars in sky

And then you came back with a peck on my cheeks
And held in your loving arms your wandering, silly meek
My days began with your soft fingers in my hair and ended with your silken whispers in my ears
Oh how I still long for those golden years

Before I could realize you stood there
Like a tiny little hare
Pulling my trousers with your delicate fingers and asking me to guide
To overcame the scare of approaching tide
I knew you would again soon leave me chasing “him”
Yet again turning glittering world dim

Today I am an old, shrunk pine
But holding your wrinkled fingers in my hand
I know that my bed to eternal journey will be venerated by you no lesser than a shrine

Oh Lord, Thank Thee for sending “Her” in every form in every aspect of my life
Comforting, Relaxing, Loving, Caring and strengthening me in all my strife