The Poet In Me... - Poem by Laxman Rao
I'm an egoistic asshole, an awkward artist,
bent with inhibitions and complications,
I soak in prejudice and bask in self esteem.
That's my attitude-I'm born with it…
When a person talks he lies to his self,
But when he speaks, he speaks his conscience.
I'm a victim of my own guilt, prejudiced by self retreat.
My demons are many; yet few stand apart.
The Fear, the Ego and the anger.
The anger roars akin a tortured lion
Against the calamities of ill fated destiny.
The ego stands as mighty as the mountain,
That mourns against a small pitfall.
The fear is a succumbed soul which is as small
As a squirrel, searching for its hidden chestnut.
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