Uneven Touch Poem by Sanjib Saha

So as to your eye blinks,
I am here;
your heart burns,
body perhaps wonders
within a living grassland,
your passing steps
wear an unusual covering,
that's an incomplete breathing
breathing of worldly life.

I am here
for your blinking eye,
for your burning heart
for your living grassland
for your unusual covering
for your breathing of worldly life-

I am here
only for you,
and your uneven touch.

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