Lazy poet
Lazy poet
In a room of scattered pages, sits,
Mind adrift, lost in selfish wit.
No pen moves, no verse takes flight,
In the realm of laziness, finds delight.
Ego swells with each passing day,
Ignoring the world, lets dreams decay.
Poetry waits, untouched, unseen,
A portrait of apathy, in shades of green.
Basks in own imagined glory,
Unaware of world's unfolding story.
Lazy poet, lost in own rhyme,
Content to waste away, with ample time.
GR kaviyoor
07 05 2023
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