Not the verse laced with magical words,
or an act to show me your divine worth,
nor the signs of any lovable notes,
or any precious gift raring to unearth
Neither the mystic rain,
nor the enigmatic sun,
or any seasonal bloom,
or the desirable moon
No such spectacle,
or splendor,
or any occult,
can ever capture my soul
For all you need
to drive me insane,
is your gentle
innocent tactile touch
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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Love all the elements you use for comparison. A lovely write! 🙂
Thanks a lot for your beautiful read 😊
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That’s lovely..
Loved the way you expressed each line.
Thanks a lot my friend
Thanks so much for your kind words
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Thanks a lot dear
This was simply- a beautiful one Shantanu!!
Thanks so much dear Moushmi
Aha..this touched my soul…such is the power of the fleeting touch
It sure is – thank you for leaving behind such beautiful comment
Beautiful poem. It is true…. touch from the right person is magical. -Jill
Thanks so much for reading so beautifully
You are welcome my dear friend.
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