Warm touch

It is winter season

Ceiling fan looks
Freezing eyes –
Entreating
All round the four walls of a house

I missed
A summer voice that evening –
that with a longer tongue
Drew a thirst
Looking at a glass of cold water

Remembrance
was
No more remembrance
It was more than silence
Hawking my inner space

What I gained
Through a begging voice
Cost my past season
Never to return

This winter only
A year back
I lost a warm touch of my mother

9 thoughts on “Warm touch

  1. Kavita Ezekiel Mendonca

    Love the lines Remembrance was no more remembrance in the poem Warm Touch. Also love the title. I write a lot of poetry on the theme of remembering, so I can identify with the theme.

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  2. Jagdish Singh Ramana

    A nostalgic put. Reliving ‘The Wasteland’s beginning lines. There blows the optimistic wind(of summer). As the sacred voice echoes in the poet’s mind still and will echoes as the poet go on the unraveling journey of life……..
    Such a beautiful poem!

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  3. Jagdish Singh Ramana

    A nostalgic put. Reliving ‘The Wasteland’s beginning lines. There blows the optimistic wind(of summer). As the sacred voice echoes in the poet’s mind still and will echo as the poet go on the unraveling journey of life……..
    Such a beautiful poem!

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