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.