Do Not Choke My Flow Poem by Bishnupada Sethi

On the arrival of monsoon,
The changes in the winds brought
Waves of sensation in me,
The music of rain drops
Increased the youthful beatings in my heart.

New steams of thoughts
Pouring down from the laps of hills
Enlarged the contents of my heart.

Unable to confine to the limits,
I flew down the course,
With the forces of life.
At times, unmindful and unbounded
Landing on old and virgin tracts,
While attempting to feel the pulses
Of the living beings on my way.

Each particle on my body
Coming from sources, both known and unknown
Mingled freely without barriers,
Allowed all those willing to join,
The journey towards the sea
To be the part of the whole, the divine.

After you joined me
I thought we’d race down
With more force
Singing the songs of love,
Which Krishna sang for Radha.
Along the same course.

But preferring not to move
Rather, you stood like a dam
Across my chest, choking the flow
Asking to reverse
The direction of time and space.

The more you resist,
The more I stagnate and get choked;
The rain drops would not play on me,
The change in the speed of winds
Would have no interest
To bring new feelings;
The streams on the hills
Might open to new rivers;
I’d gather slit
And get dried up
To be lost in course of time!