Wait a minute, then go away, far away from your shadow,
In the eyes of a silver dream,
I will not tell you anything; What I never said,
There is nothing to be gained or not to be proud of;
...
I felling like a failed man; Where darkness falls,
The beauty of waking up in the blue forest is on my finger and red lips,
There is intense light on the lake
In my forest.
...
You are given the form, the gold-plated beauty
In the light of color came my drawing, on the stage
The scattered light shines in your purity.
How wonderful it is to be on your feet, who
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Lover, the soft, bloody complexion of the heart
From which flows tears of tears, flowin
Green forest is mixed with streams, continuous stream
My ferocious roses shook and rose in the blue of sky
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Poisoning throws poison into my smooth body,
Standing in cold water beside the soft water;
In dew drops, in the dream of a forest, in thought
In the light of the light, the unknown is sacred to the vibration
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On my lone and in the smooth tub are gathering butterflies,
The beauty of my secluded wings makes me shine
In the light, the shadows on the walls,
the rolling outstretched wings, the colorful screen
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Forgetting all the noise in the city, they took their places easily
You have a hard faded body of thought that binds to death
It is a serious disorder, whose body is constantly exposed to the skin
Goes into the air of tears in the poison, frozen blood;
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When you sing, the music is in the same tone, the void of void
Face-to-face, smooth and refreshing violin tone awaiting bright light;
Someone who is soft and arrogant, hides his face in dewy water
From the bottom of the heart, in the water of the river, the pain of being lost in the past, light and darkness stood in the air
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Standing in the grass of the dew, I am on the path of the steady-flowing black bird, full moon
All the light mixes with the bright acidic kisses in the blue;
My extended mountain reaches from the islands to the glorious path of the earth, the spirit, the ideal, the nature is involved in the other, which is erased in the moment
In silence, memories of the past are today in a cloud of wondering clouds; Amal manifestation
...
Before nightfall it returns to shaking beauty at the end of the day
In the meantime, my body wakes up in the air of Chaitra
In the cloud breeze, rain-soaked teardrop and with the soft touch of sunshine's sunny hair, the coral is mixed with the island
There is a glimpse of nerves; Decaying my thoughts are deep in my heart
...
In the wind of Ashwin; Deep in the heart, J'M lives in wonder
Beauty is in my golden body, with a compassionate finger, in a pile of blood, in the throat. Difficult illness in nature; In the dark body of my dreamless life; The smell of flower, the sweet, soft melody, floats again and disappears into the oven In the desolate air; The appearance of women also fails to provide peace, which is, in the humanity, difficult About The sun and the shadow blend into the purest of the ceaseless sunlight; I wander into the flowing hem of peace in a deep meditation of miracles; The faithful are blind
Find out Bu's silence; The melody of the eternal music of the forest;
In full-blown heartbreaking fond memories; Tired, frustrated, failing, overwhelmed Alluring love; Isolation comes down to the heavenly nest of love, the gloomy, teardrop-eyed rock, amazed by the profound perception, accumulates on their own they go to the echo of the divine; To the merciful moon
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And come not, my bright lost infinite deep heart;
Do not wake up a broken dream again in your wilderness, dream
Look at the beauty and the silvery words of the woodland;
Where there is so much more awakening than fascination, it is useless the sound of a murmur, in the fullness of all the emotions,
...
Do not shake for long on a day of deep beauty spreads,
In the fictitious body of thought, all the wonderful relationships that have gone
Washed away by the color of loyalty; The miracles of their hearts are the thoughts
All the murmurs transformed are shining brightly in their glory
...
I was standing here when everything was quiet
Yes, it was coming, looking at the dark cloud, its glowing
All light shines toward me like a miracle magician;
Surprisingly, the meaningless murmuring sound of thinking is more complex than imagination
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Keep dreams In solitude, many thoughts form in the heart
Rakhi does it herself; Let me talk about Amal; In sweet melody, small
In a small way I am surrounded by people around you, who are you
Memories! Golden evening; The intense nature of my fading green;
...
I was standing here, when everything was quiet
It was coming, I was looking at the dark cloud, its glow
All light spreads out towards me like a miraculous magician;
Surprisingly, the meaningless murmur of thought
...
Everyone lost himself in your beauty; Tule nil conventional rules Which made the moonlight of their deepest emotions blossom; The infinite voices of all forms began to think to themselves in silence,
He took himself very close to you, not too far,
Just a shadow of sadness frozen in feeling; There is life in separation;
They think that all beauty is one, the cosmos of the moon and the moon
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Light is also built on the vast earth,
all the radiant light is scattered
A deep emptiness in the hearts of the people,
whose huge hearts cry out,
...
Forgetting all relationships, we set out in the
middle of the night on our way; Where it grows
My honeymoon lost childhood; Everyone here knows me,
the relationship seems to be deep
...
My smooth body trembles in the air of Chaitra,
the color of life, It's a night of big winds, imagining the
old waves at the end of the horizon.
I paint hard pictures on earthen walls,
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Mamunur Rahman. Poet, essayist, literary critic. Born 15 Falgun 1388 Bangla: February 27,1982, Narail Khan, Kashiani Police Station in Gopalganj District at Bangladesh. Masters of Business from Dhaka College. Attracted to Bengali literature, while studying in high school from there, bangle literature's main story, novel, drama, essay, poetry, translation literature, criticism and poetry. Bangle literature has been associated with itself for more than a decade. That is the reason for the beauty of Bengali poetry. Poetry and other literature were written slowly. Bangladeshi's poetry has been published in the 'Arts and Literature' category. His writings are based on the art and literature of Bangladesh which is the largest magazine ‘Kali O Kolom' the biggest portal of poetry is written in 'Bangle Poetry' regularly. In addition to 'Poemhunter.com' includes the largest portraiture of France poems. In recent times, he has created his own blog, mamunurrahman71.blogspot.com, all his own poems and articles. His other written side is https: /bengali.pratilipi.com/user/mamunur-ra... Now in this time his published 10 number of Books.)
Wait A Minute, Then Leave
Wait a minute, then go away, far away from your shadow,
In the eyes of a silver dream,
I will not tell you anything; What I never said,
There is nothing to be gained or not to be proud of;
Where there may be a blue mark of broken human relationship
In the shadow of the sea, inside the moonlight,
the solid form is mixed with the frost of blood
All my consciousness flew in the air of Ashwin towards his own goal,
In the dewy water, silent to the touch, all of the heart falls
On the lips of privacy; To the tune of the fingers
cut off in the blind and nocturnal corners,
In the blossoming soft storm, in the scattered luminous amal light;
Let the aesthetics be touched by the dew drops on the beautiful lips,