The Touch

By Ankita Sah

On one of those harsh winter evenings,

when it was not just my skin that was pale and dry..

Unable to move and tied to the bed with pain,

Looking at myself, I would sometimes cry.

As I looked out of the window for some short moments of bliss,

A feather flew and touched my feet,

And it rested there as if giving a soft long kiss.....

Reminding me what it is..

To be gentle

To be kind

To be warm

To be true

To be beautiful

To be  b r o k e n  yet beautiful.

By Ankita Sah