Her Palm Poem by AJAYA BOHIDAR

I am not talking
The palm trees
Guarding her house
But of her palm

I have seen
Touched
Felt
Enjoyed
The beauty
The charm
The softness
Of her palm

Her palm
As cool
As her face
As warm
As her heart
As soft
As her cheeks
As soothing
As her voice
As hypnotic
As her eyes

Her palm
I have felt
Speaks
Smiles
Transpires knowledge

Still I remember
The day
I held her palm
Looked
And read
With amazing accuracy
Knowing nothing
About palmistry

Her palm
A mirror
I see
Myself in
It has been days
Since we met
But even now
When I close my eyes
I feel
Her palm
Caressing me

In my dreams
I feel
Touch of her palm
Awakening me
To see her
And enjoy her
Petal like lips
Youthful smile

The magic of her touch
Has cured me
Many a time
Which I cherish
In my heart
And preserve
As a remembrance
Of her love

I know
Since I have read
Her palm
She will bless
And cure
Many a soul
Suffering
With her
Magical touch

I am firm
Her palm
Sooner or later
Be recognized
The palm
Of Goddess