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 ...
The thoughts.. those I scribble
At times, I find them more concrete
And more confusing that I myself
Try to apprehend them and clear them.
It’s in this genesis of my mind;
I truly ask, either I’m genius of my thinking
Or I’m born genius, towards my thoughts.
For, I work folly all along &
All around with the weird thoughts