Our sense of sight is misleading and yet overused
As if trees, clouds, water the real things
We invented screens to look at
From dawn to dusk our eyes
Are seeing, staring, ogling, judging
Our sense of hearing is never quiet
Though the songs of birds and winds of nature
Have all but ceased
We have the clamor of modern life
And the electronic ear-buds
Never stop pouring sounds onto our eardrums
Our sense of smell is overwhelmed
With so much to smell:
As if the scent of flowers, of soil, of bodies
the real things weren't enough
We invented perfumes, potions
And pollutants to inhale
Oh! And the appetite of taste!
As if fruits of nature bitter, sweet, tangy didnt satiate
We invented international cuisines
Under the onslaught of samplers, buffets, chef joints,
And instant snacks
The tongue need never pause between words!
Overworked, buried under
This sensory overload
Have we forsaken the sense of touch?
The most true and trusted, the sense of love itself!
For, why does a father shake hands and not
Hold his son close to his chest
Why a daughter waves a flying kiss on skype
And not drive a few miles to cuddle her mom
Why friends type and text and not
Indulge the warmth of a tight embrace
Why lovers chat at the table and sip coffee
And not let their bare skin do its magic
Let us awaken the Fifth sense, give it some respect,
A reaffirmation, and let love truly express itself!
Abhay B. Joshi