I long for

a tender touch

the one that titillates clouds

to burst into raindrops

changes the contour of parched earth

transforms brooks to pregnant rivers

I vie for such a subtle touch

that  nurses my parched lips

heals my wounds and scars

makes me feel cosy

to start scribbling dreams

and sail along wings of poesy

I wish to be like a gurgling brook

that is relentless in its stance

resembles a river incessant

enjoys each strand of trance

I long to be privy to some such fragrance

that lingers and never departs

helps me remain fresh all day long

onsets mood to exult and groove

liberates self for spirited move

adds luster to countenance.

                                                                             ~ Sujata Dash

                                                                          Bhubaneswar, India