Sense of Touch
THE AYYAN
Sense of touch
It is a dark room
As I am in my mother’s Stomach, breathing,
Securing the needs to grow a little by little
Day by day attained nine months
Moving inside making small small
Touches which makes pain bearable
But giving her happiness
Erased the painful status
By her gentle touch on her stomach
And as a baby fallen down and came
To the earth crying and making voice
With no language
She holds on her arms very flower like
And touching my limbs, all over body
The sense of touch shows her desire
Affecion, love and all
-ayyan- 2703010
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