First Touch Of Love Poem by Ratnakar Rout

The unkind scorching ray of the cruel summer sun
made lives on earth measurable
The unbearable sufferings of the people
was alike the condition of the climbing fish
in the hot frying pan. They were in dire need of cold
and conducive weather like the thirsty swallows
who make rounds in the sky awaiting
the onset of first rain. At last raindrops like
blessings of the Lord brought solace for everyone.
Slowly and steadily, soothing cold breeze started blowing
as if an unseen hand caresses the victims gently.
The touch of much awaited loving climate
implanted a feeling in everyone
of the first touch of love of their loved one.