A touch.
A touch.

A touch.

A newborn seed with pure heart and soul,

Attracting humans as a positive magnetic pole,

Crying by getting happy tears in everyone’s eye,

Crying with the energy as a whole,

But can only feel the touch of mommy’s soul.


I struggle daily with all my might,

To shine as bright as sunlight,

So as much as I can just to survive,

Striving hard day and night,

But a touch of my pet act as a daily highlight.


A start with a friendship.

Which gains attention and at a point becomes an obsession,

Often gives potential and may lead to depression,

Though there are some misconceptions,

But the gentle touch with some discussion gets a massive smile.


Sometimes a blank mind,

Wants to convey the message that’s rolling inside,

Not able to speak because the confusion that may lead to suicide,

It corrodes and dries,

But a gentle touch gives a piece of wise advice.

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