PUSHPITA AWASTHI
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
|| Touch ||
Love
dissolves
melts like a .
liquid
The soul
immersed in
raag prarthana
Within the closed lids
the God of love
within the folded palms
love
In love without
a signal the body
moves beyond
the body.
The body vanishes
like a line and
all that remains
is the touch of the soul.
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