Poets Are Blessed Poem by venkata lakshmi narasimharao

POETS ARE BLESSED

Poets are the most blessed
But their grievances are never redressed
They are creatures of great sensitivity
On the depressed and the oppressed they take pity

They can foresee
What even the sun can not see
Their heart is made of butter
Even the richest are no better

Poets may be emotional
And sometimes irrational
But their views are international
Their writings are sensational

Some poets may be addicted to wine
But their poetry shines better than sunshine
Like birds they have wings
Sweeter are their sayings

Poets have no death
They never leave this earth
They survive in the readers’ hearts
Poetry is one of the great arts

The society honours the rich elite
And neglects the poet and the patriot
I pay my tribute to the unidentified poet
And salutes the unknown patriot

Yours lovingly,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA