Human And Their Touches
- Hashtag Kalakar
- Nov 28, 2025
- 1 min read
By Kristy Saikia
Touch.
Mist hugs her morning sun.
River calms as she meets
her sea.
The fallen Autumn leaves
embraces her Earth
and,
roots are entangling with roots
for years and years.
And us?
Fingers are entangled
with fingers.
The warmth in the hugs of
humans heal
the broken hearts of other humans.
The simplicity of human touches
lies within the complexity of the
crooked lines on their palms.
Humans are
the mist,
the river,
the fallen leaves,
and
the old roots of a tree.
A human touch is
inexplicable, sacred and a home to another human.
By Kristy Saikia

Mind blowing poem...!
Keep it up dear
Specially the last line touches heart. Mind blowing
Super
Nice poem 👍