To My Critic Poem by Prabir Gayen
To My Critic
To My Critic
I wait for you to read
and evaluate me and my poems,
I wait for your keen interest,
Time will engrave me very soon,
Beyond the line the silver lining,
Pink rays of sunshine dim and distan,
The inaudible voice mail to my self,
My conscious mind reverberates
my unconscious self,
Green field is becoming blue
without the cadence of furtive mist,
The blue mist at the shut of evening,
The horizon is becoming dark,
The sky is ever pure and youthful,
The more dark it becomes
the less fearful it appears,
The bright lights of floating Joy
become brighter,
The song of life is becoming inaudibly keen,
The booming music of forgetfulness,
The song of the evening stars,
The world of mystery and mysticism,
Like a grey leaf before
flying into infinity,
I wait for a green twig to spread
the message of vitality,
I wait for you to read my ever green life
yet to disappear,
I wait for your soft footsteps
in my mellowing mind,
To herald my existence
through my Skaldic effusion,
I wait for your graceful presence,
Through day and night I chant
with prayerful heart
Your Sagacious voice to tear me
with rough strife,
to make me eatable to the Youths
floating in the seed of coming on of time,
I wait for You to read
and discuss my Overbearing Mind,
I wait for YOU, who would make me,
before I die, a subject of Criticism.
@prabir Gayen:
11 June,2020,7: 18 PM.
I wait for YOU, who would make me, before I die, a subject of Criticism.
I wait for you to read and evaluate me and my poems, I wait for your keen interest
I wait for YOU, who would make me, before I die, a subject of Criticism
" I wait for YOU, who would make me, before I die, a subject of Criticism." Nice lines.10+🙋♂️
I loved your innocence, your beauty but I myself destroyed it by my ignorant attitude. You could never accept me as I am because you loved me a lot and had infinite hope for me. I killed all those hopes also. forgive if you can
I disturbed you to be with you, to make you feel I was(am) always with you. I had no intention to hurt you or to harm you. If I knew with my arrival your life would become so complicated I would never come.
Forgive me for all those mistakes I made knowingly or unknowingly whether to show love or anger. I disturbed you to know you more, to feel your presence more. I cried to you to get your sympathy and love.
I wait for YOU, who would make me, before I die, a subject of Criticism../
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12/18/2025 9:26:39 AM # 1.0.0
My conscious mind reverberates my unconscious self, Green field is becoming blue without the cadence of furtive mist, ..//