(Dedicated to all moms and daughters)
Touch
At night, as I sleep
I see no devils, under my bed
Your hand on my head
Your love,
keeping the wrathful gods, away
In the morning,
as we walk to school
The vengeful winds,
will not take me, I know
Your hand holding mine
Your love
keeping the wrathful gods, away.
Several springs have passed, today
The wrathful gods are miles away
In the eternal blaze
of your love, I stay
Your touch,
cool and warm
soft and firm,
soars me fearless,
even now
A memory
of mine, though you are
A memory
of mine, though you are
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©Kirthi Satya Rohit
