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Touch me not

a poem by Lajan

Her eyes – the sea shore
alike impressions of leftover footprints
slowly, almost painfully slow
water trickling into it.

Lotus – gorgeous looking
holds globules of water, mercury-like
I yearn to be transformed
into a lotus leaf.

My hands- extended
I reach out…
she contracts at my gentle touch
like the Mimosa plant
touch me not.