Touched

Arms wide open,
Eyes close shut,
He sits in the sunlight,
Striving, for that touch...

He gets up early,
And lies naked,
Controlling his breath,
Waiting, for that touch...

He stares at the sun,
Perspiring profusely,
Feters paining his body,
Asking for that touch...

To the best of his pace,
He runs and strides,
Bare-footed,
Suffering, for that touch...

He rolls in the turf,
Sodden in the rain,
Unmoved, limbs tied,
Looking, for that touch...

Walks against the wind,
Towards the world,
The stars are calling,
Searching, for that touch...

Unsuccessful, lost,
Defeated, failed,
Dejected, downed,
He continues,
Living his life,
The way,
He used to,
And then,
He felt,
Touched...