The black trouseau with its silvery sparkles <br />Inspires me to roll on. <br />But ho, i can't touch it. <br />A luminous silver coin charms me <br />Happily to use it. <br />But ho, i can't touch it. <br />A painted yellow plume with smudgy rouge <br />Ashed around desires me. <br />But ho, i can't touch it. <br />Dip dip, says a saphire stream <br />For me to feel replenished. <br />But ho, i can't touch it. <br />A glassy white spread burns me to blister. <br />I want to remove it. <br />But ho, i can't touch it. <br />Now this rain seeks to connect me <br />With those sky-clad scenarios. <br />But ho, they've bid me bye, bye. <br />Ho ho, untouchable welkin ever so, ever so.<br /><br />Indira Renganathan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-untouchable/
