To Be Or Not To Be Your Own Master Poem by Bipin Patsani

Spoil not your moments of bliss,
Moments of peace and happiness,
trying to know and measure
who loves you how much,
who allows how much space
for you in her heart, time to chat,
or seeks pleasure elsewhere.

Don't be another King Lear
and destroy your own sphere,
so sweet, sovereign and dear.

Don't spoil the happiness
and peace of others either.
Don't be an evil Chillingworth
of The Scarlet Letter,
your scholarly insight
reducing to devil's delight
to put your hurting finger
of itching awareness
on someone's hidden wound
or sweet sublime weakness,
amusing otherwise and near.

Your own thoughts and feelings
count most. How much you miss
and want somebody, that counts,
not how much you are wanted;
for in those precious pearls
thrive your endless undying love
which unfolds and emits its odour,
which adorns your life and verse,
your being and nothingness.

Your own mind is your Ganga,
Your own mind is your Gangotri.
So keep the source clean,
keep the course clean
with all its freshness and charm
and let its rippling surface welcome
in the golden rays of the rising Sun,
the bliss and blessings of the divine
which add meaning to life and living.