It was six months ago, at the dawn of new year,
I wrote – this year might be rather unique
While that was an intuition within numerical optics,
Boy…in hindight it did turn out quirky

Waves of adversity swept ashore,
drowning every city, every culture
Likes of which the modern society,
may have never dared to fathom before

May the cause be an arc of evolution,
or one of conscious destruction
We pivoted…from calm as usual,
to an unprecedented new normal

Little did we know, it cut deep into us,
very deep into one of our pivotal senses
By way of cynicism or fear,
we chose to forego that Sense…Touch

We must embrace and engage the Sense,
in an altogether different aspect,
to keep our nourishment and sanity in place
We must be in Touch..
with our inner self
with our elderly’s psyche,
with lush mother nature, and
with boundless empathy

Happy Father’s Day!