The Touch

Do you hear her?
All the time she is telling your story

Whole day she is waiting for you
And tries to exhaust your tiredness
Without moving from where she stood,
She listens to you throughout your daily life
And the world's stories
She hides your secrets from the world

She is the witness for your generations
And gathered breaths of your parents
She kisses your childish foot
And Afterwards,
Witnessed when you become steps for your child’s foot
And she is the witness of your life with your sweetheart

She becomes wet for your tears
And joy of your smiles
She shows you like a mirror
And becomes address for your existence
She conceals you from the world's exasperations
And she is with you even in destruction

Look at her and listen to her
She is craving for a whole-hearted touch

Now, do you hear her?
Yes, true…
She is… Your room

Now… Give affectionate,
Warm touches to her
And then, you can hear
Splashes of holy souls
That enlighten your life

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