jvl narasimha rao


When I grope in the dark

Her poetry strikes me like a divine spark

When bored , she gets me to her poetic park

If I feel totally depressed

Her poetry makes me completely refreshed

When I lose my hope, she becomes my pope


When I suffer from thirst

Her poetic juice does she thrust

When I pine for hunger

She comes to me like a classical singer

And gifts me her poetic plum

And makes me blissfully calm


When I suffer from insomnia

She comes to my bed

And lulls me to sleep

When I awake from sleep

Through the window does she peep

Because of her many divine benefits I reap

She follows me day and night

And makes my life spiritually bright