Love: When I Touch You (Radha-43) Poem by Subrat Pradhan

Every time whenever I had touched you
Was different and not alike
Newness with each time and so different.
There was not a single root of hair
On my body
Where you had not watered
With your temptation.
In all the ups and downs
Of your whole body
I could not find a desert.
Sometimes the eyelid, sometimes the eyebrow
Sometimes the unending talk, sometimes the silence
Sometimes the dark hairs, sometimes the ripe lips
Sometimes something or the other bewitched me
So that
The distance between
The roots of two hairs of my body
stretched to miles so far.
Whenever I touched you
You melted down to
The river, to the base of the mountain,
To the innermost core of my mind
I would have done away with your melting
But you were not only melting
But you were getting solidify yourself
To stones more and more.
And I was pounding on your body
With a wish to make you powder
and to spread the powder
on my whole body
with what illusion you were made of?

How many times I have tried with
My thirst and my hunger
To mix you with air, water and fire
You have shown me
Your undivided new youth and soul
While mixing with
Air, water and fire.