ALLOW THE WIND TO PLAY

Stop not this wind, allow it to play

across the boughs of Kadamba in me

where images of Krishna sway

in their sweet naughty way

allow the wind to play

till my limbs turn into hay

for a sweet flame across it to splay.

Cover me in lush green of leaves

that await the touch of hands of the wind

that saved only the essential log of Krishna’s body

from the forks of fire of the Aguru tree ;

allow me,please allow me to stay free.

Let the birds fondle my boughs

with beaks contented after their feed

let them rub , ruffle and reduce me to thin reed

before my body turns inflammable

for the holy fire on it to happily feed ;

please allow the wind to play

allow the fire in me to  fully splay .

@ copy right : saroj k. padhi 02/02/15