A Human Touch

Well, the incident which made me write this happened day before yesterday in the metro. It was travelling back home from work. I was standing in a corner when this lady, a young lady, got in and because there wasnt much space, she began to lean on me. She put all her weight on me, for support. She realised that after a couple of mins and consciously moved away a little. I was very exhausted that day and her leaning on me eased me up from the tension of being careful of how I moved, stood in the crowded train. So here goes:


O' stranger, O' stranger
In the train....
You can touch me if you like
on me you can lean....

I like it, believe me
this touch of life....
There is a certain warmth, in its feel,
its not out of place.

It wont burn you, believe me
with desire....
Neither will it fuel within me
some kind of fire....
What it did... though, is cleanse me
of all that I was tired.

For this touch.....
Oh so pure....
In this ugly human territory...
I owe you, a prayer of love....
for this serendipity...

N i hope that one day,
may such a time come....
That in this melee of people,
By a human touch.....
The pain shared.....
The misery overcome.