Laxman Rao Poems
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The Poet's Pride
The pride of a poet is something I know;
As a peacock, that proudly fans its feathers
Personifying its perfect ways of dancing,
As the poet lost in its bliss-while reciting.
A poem is a crystal prism; but by the sight
Of a reader, it radiates the vibrant vibgyor
That changes its color & hue; with the fall of light,
It's the gist that changes & glorifies to the core.
Ye you… the critic, your wishes are not my commands
I'm a creator by the choice of my foresight
And a firsthand critic of my own hindsight
Etching the words & verses by ...
To Be With Thou Poesy
It's of a great immense pleasure
To be with thou poesy!
Wherein the deeper organs
Responds to the invisible senses
And the Inquisitive knowledge
Reacts to the world unknown
Mines a longing mind
And it's that mystic morphosis
That lulls on maneuvering moods.