The Touch…..

He didn’t turn to look at me,
When I entered his room.
He just asked me to be comfortable.
He asked me, who I was and why I had come?
And kept tapping at the slate in front of him.
I was not used to being ignored,
I felt amazed , sad, and angry all at one go.
Suddenly he got up, he came to me
With hesitant, cautious steps.
He touched my hand, almost caressing.
I was shaken by the fervor of his touch.
It was like being read with fingers.
He came closer and asked if he could touch my face.
I could not say no. No, not now.
I was as if transfixed, spell bound.
I wanted him to know what I am.
I desired him to feel me, to know what he felt.
He was amused by my eagerness.
And he touched my face, explored its contours.
I was jubilant, finally he could see me.
I reveled in being finally seen by this blind young boy.
I had never felt so seen,beautiful and touched.

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About Nalini Srivastava

I am an Indian.I write to let go of myself.It is my catharsis.My biggest inspiration is my son and every passing moment of life.I am a teacher by profession and the way I love to write ,I love to teach.With my one solo poetry book already published "Feminine Musings" hope many more will see the light.

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