Laxman Rao Poems

The dreams that were born in me
Were outstanding in the sense, they
Were more than insightful to see-through...
And me being the privileged one, had the
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Sleep which was my escape door
To my trembling thoughts of recurrence
Had shut it against me …. On its own will.
I believe it has done that for my lethargic labor;
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Where are my worst worries vested
And the incessant fears holed?
Anxiety arising of unknown angst
And curiosity at its cruel best
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Where the song poesy is sung
There my tune ever will be hung.
Every of his, whose passion is poetry
Ever will be- mine a devotee.
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Years been passed by, I now know the loss of my intellect; I had missed for not using my skills and the amount of work I would
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Life is a happening of which
No measures can hinder the experiences.
It’s just nothing but a dream- as thee know….
And a reality in its knowing- as I do know.
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What’s this joyousness?
Surfing in my mind
Which I don’t believe in.
The exuberance of psyche
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It's of a great immense pleasure
To be with thou poesy!
Wherein the deeper organs
Responds to the invisible senses
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As comes the morn
So comes the noon
Thus followed by the dark
Which in cyclic gets form (d)
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When I do speak of poetry…
The poet in me speaks; whilst it’s not me.

It’s his language his voice
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