Let Me Flow Poem by Diwakar Pokhriyal

What’s the matter friend?
The inconsolable grief didn’t end,
Why treating me as alien,
Running behind strangulated trend,

Let me flow without a doubt,
Towards the desirous chin,
Traveling through tasteless cheeks,
Let me wash off your sin,

Let me flow through heart,
Wetting the mundane passion,
Dissolving those tormented carcasses,
Let me end this recession,

Let me flow through your time,
Bringing spring a bit early,
Phantom thoughts rest,
Let me turn your lips curly,

Let me sprout from your eyes,
So as to attract the relaxation,
I might be a lone tear,
Yet, I can bring you “Divine Salvation”.