Dual Senses

With a cry, I drew breath a sign, avoided death. With tongue, I learnt taste, a joy, now laid to waste. With eyes, I saw colors, visions, ever since began to thaw. With mine nose, I smelt pleasure those nuances, now in memory I treasure. With fine ears, I would hear, a chirp, a stream a melody dear. Thunder, scream a silence I fear. With skin I felt, a caress, a kiss swiftly delt. The bite of cold, the searing pyre within which my senses melt. (c)Mehraj 2009