I stretch not my hand – R.K Das, Delhi

I stretch not my hand

To scratch and disfigure the vegetation

And grab the soil of the moon of your sky,

All I wish is to feel the cool beams on my parched soul

And also to draw a silhouette

Of my abstract image on the surface-mirror of your heart.

I stretch not my hand

To tamper with the flowers and thorns of plants

Grown elegantly on your garden,

All I wish is to enliven myself

In the fancied company of fragrant pollens and petals.

I stretch not my hand

To pluck the glittering stars of your sky,

All I wish is to learn from them

The essence of their properties

That shall make me a starlet in your vast nocturnal sky.