A gentle touch

A gentle touch.
I was like a loner, a lost child,
amidst the medley of motley crowd
of ambition and ambivalence,
jostled and pushed by stampede,
At last Heaven’s gates of Mercy
Opened up on me,
My Mentor’s feather touch
Of healing and clairvoyance
came like manna from above,
It was a gentle touch of
Assured protection of
emphatic Words ;
for one who has been exposed
only to scatological words of
abuse, rubbish and scam,
His gentle touch is of
Ambrosial fragrance.