A human touch
We are all made of clay
So have to break one day
Merge with same earth
Upon meeting the death
We are sensitive
And very much selective
Little pain makes us to cry
Still we rise and try
Neighbor’s agony troubles us
As we have feeling and trust
He is first man to call upon call
We need to rush when he faces fall
We react to any natural disaster
Cyclone, flood and rail mishaps make us to offer
Any help that can be rendered
It is human feeling and touch that matters
Yes you must respond
Try to stay and correspond
With whatever compassion you have
Humanity demands that you must feel and behave
I really like your poem seema Ali17 minutes ago In need of the happy touch is every human Heart.
A human touch We are all made of clay So have to break one day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Scott Ransopher likes this. Scott Ransopher Another good poem Hasmukh! 5 hrs · Unlike · 1