I am a poet of missing identity
I am born for my readers,
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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.
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...! ! !
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..; ; ;
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..! !
drinking every drop of Opaque Flumen, Life is a river flowing eternally with no pompous purpose...! ! !
Heart is ever powerful over the mind, And it is always digging the cave for the beauty of pristine Time, ...! ! !
Living every moment with pain drinking every drop of Opaque Flumen, Life is a river flowing eternally with no pompous purpose.....; ;
I am a poet living in a room passed out of sight seeing my readers in the seed of Future..! ! !
Poets are parts of collective consciousness, floating dreams of becoming clouds having no existence....! ! !
I am a poet living in a room passed out of sight seeing my readers in the seed of Future.." " "
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.......''
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
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
Poets are parts of collective consciousness, floating dreams of becoming clouds having no existence.