Ramesh Anand

(07-12-1980 / Kumbakonam)

Universal Touch


Breath's tender touch -
Melody awakening event
From the woodwind instrument
To deepen the earth's spirit.

Raindrop's tender touch -
Fragrance airing instant
For the juiceless soil
To give thanks to the sky.

Lotus's tender touch -
Divinely posing spot
For the green pond
To reflect the temple's flavour.

Wave's tender touch -
Joy seeking thrill
From the sea-coast,
For all the mortals.

Nestling's tender touch -
Agony winging moment
For an elderly bedfast soul
Waiting for the divinity's song.

Baby's tender touch -
Mind tranquilizing music
For the mother recuperating
From caesarean.

Submitted: Saturday, January 21, 2012
Edited: Saturday, January 21, 2012
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