I Am A Poet Of Missing Identity Poem by Prabir Gayen

I Am A Poet Of Missing Identity

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I am a poet of missing identity


I am born for my readers,
Living in the Ariel province,
The future scholars of the world,
I am a poet to be read posthumously,
All the poets are posthumous stars,
Poetry is eternal and it is for to-be,
Poets are the witnessing selves,
Living every moment with pain
drinking every drop of Opaque Flumen,
Life is a river flowing eternally
with no pompous purpose.

I see my readers muttering Inapposite words
of voiceless tune,
Host of the Proceeding Orbis,
Poets are the image of absolute and
indifferent gaze with heart throbbing
with insignificant thrill,
Music of unheard flow of life rings
with the tune of sinless
happiness,
Poets are parts of collective consciousness,
floating dreams of becoming clouds
having no existence.

I am a dream of ecstatic conjugation,
Past, present and future are gone
into eternal present having no time sense,
Mind has become a hollow deep,
Flame of pain is a burning womb of Joy
oozing from rootless shrine
of supernatural darkness,
A poet is a missing person in the moment,
Indifferent to what is the most telling
and then cry for what is gone.

I am a poet of missing identity
and my address is Lost forever,
I live without the feeling of Life and death,
Missing every moment for what is gone,
And what is gone is violent
over my painful heart,
Heart is ever powerful over the mind,
And it is always digging the cave
for the beauty of pristine Time,
Not chewed and digested properly,
Past is always pushing the stream
of living present,
I am a poet living in a room
passed out of sight
seeing my readers in the seed of Future.

@prabir Gayen:
17 July,2020,5: 47 PM.

I Am A Poet Of Missing Identity
Friday, July 17, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Me Poet Yeps Poet 17 July 2020

NO one can miss you PG if u compose shorter poetry 19 lines I have been advising since AGES LOL YU NEVER LISTEN TO ME PPPPPPPPPGGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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Emily Miller 17 July 2020

" Throughout the endless ages You will be crowned with praises"

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Dr Antony Theodore 17 July 2020

I am a dream of ecstatic conjugation, Past, present and future are gone into eternal present having no time sense, Mind has become a hollow deep, very fine poem, my dear Prabir. imagination and ideas that touch your soul. tony

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Prosanta Mondal 18 July 2020

Past is always pushing the stream of living present, I am a poet living in a room passed out of sight seeing my readers in the seed of Future.......''

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Stella Astro 18 July 2020

I am a poet living in a room passed out of sight seeing my readers in the seed of Future.." " "

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Rudra Mondal 07 October 2020

Poets are parts of collective consciousness, floating dreams of becoming clouds having no existence.

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Denis Mair 23 August 2020

Here we become acquainted with a special kind of poet. He dwells in a realm of indeterminacy; his identity is an unfinished project, because he is always searching for larger context of meaning. He continually opens his heart, even to pain and perplexity, to watch the unfolding of beauty. I love the great expanses of his language which is spiritual without advancing any doctrine.

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Rudra Mondal 22 August 2020

I am born for my readers, Living in the Ariel province, The future scholars of the world, I am a poet to be read posthumously...! ! !

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Poetic Justice 25 July 2020

I am born for my readers, Living in the Ariel province, The future scholars of the world, I am a poet to be read posthumously..; ; ;

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Alapzappi 24 July 2020

I am born for my readers, Living in the Ariel province, The future scholars of the world, I am a poet to be read posthumously..! !

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