The Different Facets Of A Poet Poem by venkata lakshmi narasimharao

A poet is entirely a different human being
We can't judge him merely by his writing
On a fine day he feels as if he were a king
And like a cuckoo he does melodiously sing

The next day he feels depressed like a beggar
And thinks like a grave digger
He feels as though the whole world sank into the ocean
He becomes a slave to his subjective emotion

The other day he turns out to be audaciously bold
Many interesting stories are wonderfully told
Like hot cakes his books are miraculously told
The readers praise his writings more precious than gold

Sometimes he appears unreasonably timid
Because his imagination is very vivid
He is extremely sensitive to the slightest evocation
The life of a poet is surely a strange vocation