Let Flow Poem by Mahathi Mydavolu

Ye let them flow, those bitter brines, let flow!
How long you hold them back, those snowy streams!
Don't stop their course, until they touch your toe!

Your past congealed as solid misery
and present still a volatile daydream!
Ye let them flow, those bitter brines, let flow!

A stoic's life is like an nestled bee!
Can't stay away from pouring pollen creams!
Don't stop their course, until they touch your toe!

Philosophy apart; can't there be fear
of death and decease. Let the cruel truth scream!
Ye let them flow, those bitter brines, let flow!

This life is pain muffled by pseudo cheer!
Let pain gush out to tell it's tragic theme!
Don't stop their course, until they touch your toe!

When you succumb to woe, a drop of tear
is your succour that spreads new beams of gleam.
Ye let them flow, those bitter brines, let flow!
Don't stop their corse, until they touch your toe!