Touch Her
Smeared *
Withdrawn from crowd,
So cold, so impassive, so dreary.
Somewhere deep inside, shivering.
Cry of an unseen draped in pale lamentable dismay.
Eyes wonder in vain.
She walks with unwrapped mind,
From morning to night.
Too young a being to breathe in tears
Touch her and heal the gushing pain.
'Hope the woebegone is not into drugs'.
'Hope she has someone to take care of'.
'Hope the forlorn has a home to go back to'.
'Hope she is trying to get her life back from somewhere'.
Rhetoric yet heart whines to know;
Why such an innocent soul now craves no joy in life.
Touch her and heal the abysmal pain
Something cold slips from those wet eyes.
Wish thy gracious could catch it and keep it safe from harm.
Lead her to thy heavenly path.
Pity!she stands dis-consolable and lifeless.
Where is her world taking her now?
What is the doleful soul going to do next?
Slowly, the eyes move from the mirror towards me.
I cry, Touch her and heal her unrest soul.
Touch her, I pray in thy vigil prays!
And she touches me.
Shivering, I feel something frigid and dreary inside,
My eyes wonder in vain.
She was But me, all the while, longing to be touched.
Touch me... I pray!
* Written by Smeared ( a Pseudonym) - contributor to e-pao.net for the first time
The poet can be reached at sapu_howie(at)yahoo(dot)co(dot)in
Webcasted on December 22nd 2009
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