The Gentle Caress Poem by Saikat Poddar

The soft touch of petal
Which felt so pristine
Now alludes my life
Lost in oblivion
Buried under the sands of time.
I yearn for that Gentle Caress
Which soothed my soul
And let me rest my troubled mind
On a gentle bosom.
Our hearts beat as one
While apprehensions remained
Sometimes fast sometimes slow;
The struggle took so much away.
I can't dance to the rains anymore
Or look-up at the passing clouds
With a mind so shrouded
With thoughts of
What went wrong.
The Lilies in full bloom
Which gushed so much happiness within, once
Are a rare sight now.
It is too late to turn the clock
The bosom has to wait
For the resting mind.
May be another lifetime…