The Poet Used To Speak To Me Poem by Laxman Rao

The dreams that were born in me
Were outstanding in the sense, they
Were more than insightful to see-through...
And me being the privileged one, had the
Opportune phase of going through
And in constant turns the poet used to speak
And had his words at the tip of his tongue,
Biting his every word in the form of verse
Citing every cause with a curable quote.
But it was my importune time frame that
I had to go by so far - so long without
Uttering a word or write a verse.
And now let me pen as long I live; as I just
Woke …you can’t ask me to shun it down.