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I Am A Poet Of Missing Identity Comments

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I am a poet of missing identity


I am born for my readers,
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Prabir Gayen
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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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Srijan Mondal 24 July 2020

drinking every drop of Opaque Flumen, Life is a river flowing eternally with no pompous purpose...! ! !

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Srijan Mondal 24 July 2020

Heart is ever powerful over the mind, And it is always digging the cave for the beauty of pristine Time, ...! ! !

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Prabir Kumar 23 July 2020

Living every moment with pain drinking every drop of Opaque Flumen, Life is a river flowing eternally with no pompous purpose.....; ;

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Suman Mondal 23 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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Suman Mondal 18 July 2020

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

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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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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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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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Emily Miller 17 July 2020

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

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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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