The Spirit - Poem by Laxman Rao
Variations of my mind
Perplexes the psyche of mine
Of those insecure moods
Which depict me moan.
I’m not certain of what do
Strike my senses & what in it- shines.
What makes me off?
And of course what puts me on!
It’s all alike the silence
Prior to that of the storm,
Which evokes mine fervor
To have it penned in profound pain.
Tho not sure …might be the spirit
Which hath no perfect form nor any norm
By which I knew not
What agony I lose & what bliss I gain.
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