Value of Touch

Who but a trafficker of hearts

would lay bare the body

before those who know not

the worth of touch?

Tell me—

Are tender, trembling moments

meant for everyone,

or, only for the rare ones

who arrive with reverence in their hands?

Delicate decency in their hearts?

There are artisans of affection

who sell the soul so cheaply,

Bartering emotions in crowded markets,

Settling accounts of longing

as if love were bitcoins and registrars.

But, when every transaction is closed,

Who then reckons the debt of touch?

Who remains spread across the chambers of the heart,

and who slips away like dust in wind out of sight?

Who are in and out of mind?!

Whom the soul forgets?!

Is the heart so easy to possess?

If a soul could be won

merely in exchange for skin and closeness,

Then this world would hold

not a single forsaken lover,

Not one wretched heart

left starving at the gates of love.

Burnt in the fire of love ruthlessly,

In desire of mercy dissolving pride.

Timestamp: 12.12 am, Tagar

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Farheen Akter Bhuian

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Farheen Akter Bhuian

ফারহীন আক্তার ভূঁইয়া

Value of Touch