Smart Tad Touch Poem by Linus Kithinji Njeru

When we touch you, dear, at break of morn, and ne'er forget,
Still you, unyielding, do not touch us back, and our hearts fret.
Like fingers dipped in honey's sweet embrace, then licked,
A single touch leaves us yearning, souls afflict.

In shoving, in moving, we forget our very selves,
Lost in the hustle, amidst the crowd's loud yells.
The smooth surface, untouched, leaves us lost in thought,
Learning much from the things that others have not.

Day after day, with time that slips away,
We fail to see the need for touch, we stray.
Yet you, dear touch, remind us of our need,
To stroke, to feel, to plant the seed.

The vow I made, to never touch again,
Yet loneliness found me, and my hands did wane.
Searching for the warmth you once did provide,
My fingers yearn, no longer can I hide.

This selfish trend, where touch is lost to time,
Without it, we would meditate, hearts would chime.
The world would study, cease to be so thick,
A little more kindness, a world more quick.

More attentive to the hermit's heartfelt preach,
Phones grow smarter, yet mankind seems out of reach.
In seeking connection, we've forgotten what's true,
That the deepest touch we seek lies not in screens, but in you.