#12.The Man Who Sold The World

In the park, around the corner

Where the trees in all subtleness

Gave life to my deep desires


Beneath my utter pallor

There lay a lost soul

With love on his platter


The world cared not for him

His beliefs were just reveries

Trust was to be beckoned


His sobriquets lost forever

An unknown amongst men

With a meaningless existence


All his goodness coveted

By the scums of this planet

To whom he shrugs with wonder


Fragments of love afloat

To the mastermind’s society

Longing to be buried with wise


To an ethereal home

Belonging to the graceful one

Nothing like earthly paradise



‘The Man Who Sold The World’ is a poem which really required subtle thought and intuition. It speaks the truth which hides in each and every one of us. It took me sometime to put it into words, but this is the result in the end.

The first-person start is bringing you closer to the protagonist who is a common person. A person struggling and enjoying life and its by products. He is having a rendezvous with himself on this occasion recalling the world and its entities. He believes that this world is suffering and that the ‘wise’ by which he refers to people with gratitude, love and affection are all gone.

He has absolutely no solution and appears to be lost. He wishes to go far away and exist in peace somewhere he can actually very happily call home.

This topic is something to think about!

Make this world a better place! 🙂


Thank you,

Arjun Rajeev


P.S: The poem is protected by a creativecommons license.



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