The Bird Came Back In The Cage

My eyes say, "I don't see him." My ears say, "I don't listen to him." My tongue says, "I don't know his taste." My nostrils say, "I couldn't feel his smell." My whole says, "I never touched him." My heart said, "How can you? When I fell during my infancy he picked me up. I was touched, and this touch was so much pleasing that I have kept him in my safest chamber. I shall not let him go to you, I know you will pollute this touch. During my youth when I started loving beauty He appeared in different costumes but the face was always veiled. I tried to paint him and the brush I dipped in all the colors one by one but it painted only white on the white canvas. Though I never listened to his melodies but the waves of sound titillated my whole. I'm sure there was a sound. Sometimes like a naughty child through the windows I forgot to lock he jumped out and hid himself in the flowers. When I plucked the flowers he flied in the skies and hid himself in the clouds. With tears when I said good bye to him he came back as the rains, I saw him flowing in the rivers and I chased him but he vanished in the seas. Since then I was sitting at the shore of the sea, listening to only break, break and break. Now during at this old age I decided to break my relationship with him and go back home. To my surprise the touch was in the cage. I don't know what the touch is! But now I shall write Him for him.