A Wish to touch you.

If I was the Air.

The sweet aroma in the air,

Which touches my body and my hair,

Must have also touched you there,

Where no one could even glare,

Where I could never dare.

Every cloth that you wear,

I wish , I could all of it tear,

So, that nothing else could touch your bare, 

But, then it would be the air,

So, I wish I was the air;

Which could touch you freely everywhere!!!



Barkha Kariwala