Divine Touch

Whole self felt cleansed.
Years of collected muck and misery
Wiped in one soft touch…
Weather-beaten to feather-touched…

World still is a better place.
There’s scope for retribution…
An oasis.
And what a way to feel cleansed!
One touch. One brush of cheeks.
One hand clenching ours.
One look devoid of deception.
A kick that wakes me from
The stupor of fast-paced life…
Tottering steps that lead me on
The toughest terrains with angelic optimism…

And the whole world is worth.
Living no more a burden...