Laxman Rao Poems
|81.||Amidst Evil Desire & Divine Love||11/15/2014|
|82.||On His Greatness...||8/20/2014|
|83.||I’m Sure Of Nothing…||4/1/2014|
|84.||Art Of Poesy||3/28/2014|
|86.||On Keats Sorrow||5/15/2014|
|87.||Man Of Few Words||9/7/2014|
|88.||To Be A Poet...||9/12/2014|
|89.||Under A Creators Eye||6/23/2014|
|90.||What The Poet Spoke||5/1/2014|
|91.||Birth Of A Poem||3/26/2014|
|92.||Sonnet: I Don'T Know How To Love||9/26/2014|
|94.||The Gift Of Sight||7/23/2014|
|95.||My Poems Are As My Prayers||6/29/2014|
|96.||To Her Highness Maya Angelou||6/30/2014|
To Her Highness Maya Angelou
Maya …The very word is in sync
With enigma on our lands
As enigmatic as thy voice sounds
In thine words; as profound
And as magnetic thy
Verse appeal to us.
As thy have grown high
In stature and been in infinite
As a beaming bright star
In the poetical universe,
You'd peep down at times
And see the hand that's
Going cravious for the craft,
As one's appetite goes starving.
What moved thine mind
I may never know….
And what's moving in ones mind
Hope you'll ever know….
What was the grit that thy did
Armor as thine spirit, ...
Love, Lust & Sex
Love is indeed too fragile for the most,
that it's too edgy to bear the grunt.
And too supple is my brain;
to test the turbulent waters of love once again.
To think of love has become remorse.
For; it's far- gone into the woods of lust.
And Lusty woods are so thick that
Even the pure air of love finds tough to sweep through.