I Could Not Touch You Poem by Neela Nath Das

If you were in grave I could have touched you,
I could give you flower on the surface of your last bed!
I might sing a song of our childhood, or could play gibberish game.
Once in our childhood you hurt me with scissors while playing,
I slapped you and you became unconscious then.
Mom came I did not tell her the truth, I still feel guilty for that.
But I could not beg pardon from you and never would I!
Because your body has perished in fire forever.
I could not touch you and shed tear on your grave.
I love you, love to remember you always in every work.
If you were in grave I could have touched you!