I Was Standing Here Poem by Mamunur Rahman

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

And all that is unfamiliar, full of beauty from the bottom of the heart
Unlimited silence on the plains, all the exquisite clean paintings transformed; In his long River and Sunibid artworks. I was surprised; Light of wetlands, forests, shrubs, brown hills and greenery

And at the end of the horizon. Volunteer I, the stars and the moon
Sleepless thoughts gather in a vast emptiness. The originality is all faded
In his hearing; Mayawati night also takes me deep into the realm of thought; Wondering my simple wonders; Extremely dark clouds drop in the rain

The seven unlimited transformations of the golden beauty of javelin aesthetics are unlimited Rush All immortals composed in vain;
In the bright colors of the earth, grief-stricken people die of death, dark emptiness We spend the Holy Night together; In dew-laden ambiance of light

The shadow of the sinking moon
In your beauty, everyone lost himself; You have adopted the rules
What kept the floral ear to the moonlight of their deepest sentiments;
The infinite voice of all forms began to think to itself,
Take yourself to many of you, not too long,
Only the shadow of gloom; There is life in separation;
They think that all the beauty is one, the nature and the river of the moon and the light
The flowing silver shadows and the unobtrusiveness of virtue,

Among them, the story of sad disappeared as much as dreams;
Standing on the sapphire, the night of the stars, the full moon shining; In a glowing glare, the bloody lips of the washed; Many in bright darkness Smooth eagerness to think; At the bottom of the memory, bright is immeasurable They have no knowledge of the single meaning of beauty; The night of solitude;
Deep in the blue light, the light of wisdom shines through, darker there

In the deepest depths of the heart, the yellow wonders of the horizon of the constellation constellation; The sacred river spreads its deep beauty, relaxing light in the constant whiteness of the light that flows into the light; Missing evening blue
Towards a dream of illusion; Awe at the corner of the eye with astonishing silence the melody is towards them. It drops to the point of tears Touched by the brilliant sunshine of the submerged, dark lips of the close lips.