To Be…is To Be At Ease Poem by Laxman Rao

The truth of joy
Is one such thing;
That doesn't keep me intact.
It gives me thrust
To spread my wings
And to soar high

The beauty of the mind
Is the next best thing
That makes me vulnerable
Soothe mine serene space
To be still as the placid lake;
To bear the grunt of life

The profoundness of intellect
Keeps me sublime yet skeptical
Makes me moving but morose
Yet; still diverts the dimension
To steer the vision of my might
Unto the absolute abyss.

To be…is to be at ease
Being joyous with a moments muse
Being a part of it…in its true bliss
Living luxurious on the lap of innocence
Reigning the superfluous senses
Giving thy own a missed kiss