A Few Memories Poem by Mamunur Rahman

I lost myself in the darkness of the night for a few moments;
The raindrops fell silently from the gray clouds
I don't even know that from the world of thoughts-
The waves of the sea are breaking behind the red clouds,
mixed with the polluted blood
The intensity of the night became brighter behind the stars;
I keep the strange memories in the depths of my thoughts
Blue and white clouds fly in the red dew of my consciousness;
All human relationships are meaningless,
nothing seems long-lived except emptiness
I stand on the bank of Madhumati, playing with the
glitter of the sun on my smooth body
Happiness is found in little things,
in lonely moments, mingled in the blood vessels
Cool waves in Ashwin's air, clouds carrying gold, soft blue,
My lost memories fly with bright golden wings;
All my beauties, in the amal air in the
cosmos of unearthly dreams-
Shefali's beauty is ruthlessly
embodied in beautiful eyes,
All the wonderful meanings of
beauty is lost in the blink of an eye
Playing on the luminous bloody wounds to
the horrors of the ever-beautiful;
Lost in constant thought at the end of the
day in the lake of punk,
My deepest nightmares cast
a shadow over all hearts in the sapphire star
All my melodious music is in the dew that flows silently,
Survive the memories of transcendental thoughts i
n the sweet wonder of beauty.
Even in the moonlight of the sky, there is boundless
darkness inside the book,
The bright light of the moon seems to want
to dive into the full river
Like an eighteen-year-old girl,
she should carry all the burden of stigma on her shoulders
Wants the easy-going path of suicide,
the dim light also begins to transform in a few moments
In the deep darkness of the world,
after all the successes of man, many failures remain,
The light of many moonlights is also extinguished
with all his love in the turbulent world;
Immortality is given in the verses of the poem,
yet they are on the night of the stars
Lost last night in an unknown
directionless gentle path of the sky,
The touch of a soft touch stuck in
my eyes at the end of all waiting.
Behind the clouds swaying in the wind my shattered
dreams are like red-blue colored balloons;
Whom I have run in love with, mile after mile,
the path will be as dense as a dreamy boy,
My smooth body is swaying in the green wind,
in the dew of the dawn,
All the wait was erased in the red light
of Diwali in the directionless past;
My thoughts are radiant, my unreal beauty
blossoms into an impenetrable level.
All his artistic faces are touched by the blue
waves of transcendental reality.