DIVINE TOUCH
DIVINE TOUCH She touched my forehead All my sadness Melted away Just as ice melts From summits After touch of lips Of The Sun. She touched my eyelashes And the sad calender that Was hanging on my eyes Since ages, Tore away. She touched my hands God knows, from where Showered words And so many poems Sptouted in me. She touched my lips And cool,calm,pure Streams of water Started flowing in me. Her touch Was a Divine touch That awakened in my Barren land Rivers and streams of verses. I was a lifeless soil By her touch Life throbbed in me. A POEM OF Dr.KAUNKE,TRANSLATED BY ME FROM GURMUKHI INTO ENGLISH RAJNI CHHABRA