I Will Not Leave Any Mark Poem by Mamunur Rahman

I will leave no trace of love in the red of the book,
I carry many beauty symbols across the river of blue memories
Like the shining white moon, the cosmos is soft with dew,
with poisonous touches,
In the waking tears, silently, deep in the trembling finger-
All the arrangements of that festival have merged
with the beauty of Ruposhi in the smooth morning;
The cloud that I have blown away in the dark moonlight
with intense love in the holy dew,
The bright tears of the two eyes fell in the water
of the cosmos in the evening;
In the soft green air; The melody of birds,
the blue waves and the luminous sky;

I will not leave any sign of love in the deep blue heart
The light of the stars in the shadows,
in the water of the dew, in the ruthless broken heart
All my music, meaningless,
is frozen in a bloody wound in the dark silent night;
The silent transcendental whiteness is
mixed with the teardrop tears
Silently I set foot on the golden ground,
teardrops melted and touched sharply.
All the talents of beauty are lost from the corner of the eye;
No form of Madhavi is easily seen in the moonlight
The red-blue and bright glitter marks
washed away the gentle melancholy.