When I say,
‘Touch me,’
You touch me not
And when I say,
‘Touch me not,’
You touch me.
When I say
‘Touch me’
And you touch me not,
I groan like thunder
In the dark sky
And when I say
;Touch me not’
And you touch me,
Lightning flashes
On my soft lips
And I say to myself,
‘There is definitely a connection
Between thunder and lightning.’
pramila khadun
Superb ! Every word in it’s right place.Observe the simple yet highly commendable rhythmic pattern of the poem.”Small is Beautiful.” Pramila strikes again–like lightning !
Feeling tremendously honored by this beautiful comment of yours dear Vijay.Thanks a lot.
A deftly wrought work suffused with that quality one might interpret as being wistful.
Feeling very happy reading this beautiful comment dear Louis.Thanks a lot.