When I Do Speak Of Poetry Poem by Laxman Rao

When I do speak of poetry…
The poet in me speaks; whilst it’s not me.

It’s his language his voice
Where his emotions yields to expressions
It’s his ease in its eloquence
Which a reader reveals as he reads
It’s his perspective his prescience;
To what his concepts are conceived.
It’s his caliber his creativity
By what the thoughts take shape.
It’s his wit his wisdom
In what his wordings are vested.

Poetry: the magic … words would create
Poet: the magician...who could recreate.