I Want To Sell My Moon Poem by Prabir Gayen
I Want To Sell My Moon
I want to sell my Moon
I want to sell my Moon,
The full moon night,
The mystic rays of the stars,
I want to sell my dreams,
My heart's solid silence.
I want to sell days and nights,
I want to sell year's sweet memories,
The dewdrops and the flowers,
I want to sell the fragrance of the soil,
the flowing rivers and streams.
I want to sell my joy and sorrow,
Boyhood love and passion,
I want to sell my tears and pain,
I want to sell my heart's untold wish,
Sweet pain of falling in Love.
I want to sell my dawn and dust,
My morning and my afternoon,
I want to sell my evening and noon,
The depth of my heart's silent pulse.
I want to sell my old days,
Treasured with worthy shades,
Rich days with stunning Joy,
Dreamy night with supernal beauty,
I want to sell the buttress
of my childhood fascination.
I want to sell every felt Joy
and realised beauty with my
Unlived life,
I want to sell the fragrance of my soul,
The untouched aura of my Being,
I want to sell my life to be a naive.
Every iota of me is on sale,
I want to sell every bit of me,
My breath and my mind,
I want to be nothing and everything
being alone within my utter loneliness.
@prabir gayen:
18 June,2020,1: 37 AM.
Every iota of me is on sale, I want to sell every bit of me, My breath and my mind, I want to be nothing and everything being alone within my utter loneliness
Every iota of me is on sale, I want to sell every bit of me, My breath and my mind, I want to be nothing and everything being alone within my utter loneliness.
I want to sell my joy and sorrow, Boyhood love and passion, I want to sell my tears and pain, I want to sell my heart's untold wish, Sweet pain of falling in Love
I want to sell my Moon, The full moon night, The mystic rays of the stars, I want to sell my dreams, My heart's solid silence
Dreamy night with supernal beauty, I want to sell the buttress of my childhood fascination..//
I want to be nothing and everything being alone within my utter loneliness
I want to sell my heart's untold wish, Sweet pain of falling in Love.//
I want to sell days and nights, I want to sell year's sweet memories, The dewdrops and the flowers, I want to sell the fragrance of the soil, the flowing rivers and streams
Every iota of me is on sale, I want to sell every bit of me, My breath and my mind, I want to be nothing and everything being alone within my utter loneliness..///
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4/16/2024 3:39:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I offered all these things for free but no one wants the poet's fate. Great my friend.