Theme: Plant

Touch Me Not

As I touch the shy bashful plant, 
triggering an impulse inside
it folds and closes its leaves
expelling water instantly, 
like a young girl
on being tickled unawares. 
At the face of a simple breeze
it droops and collapses promptly
veils its succulent leaves, girl-like, 
when wind lifts her dupatta playfully
Sighting the grasshoppers landing on it,
it becomes so sensitive, so dramatic, 
as if struck by an electric shock 
or when chastity is in peril.  
Once for hours I sat watching it
my playmate in lonesome days 
engages me even in this cityscape
without a moment of dullness.


More By  :  Pankajam K

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Thank you Mallickji for your comments. I used to sit for long by these plants and enjoy their sensitivity. Indeed I am glad to be called sensitive. Regards.

26-Sep-2014 10:24 AM

Comment Yes, Pankajam, just one sensitive like you! These plants so nice to look at, sit by its side and give a little touch ... then flows your lovely poem.

Kumarendra Mallick
23-Sep-2014 08:38 AM

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