If You Want Me, Call Me. Poem by Mamunur Rahman

On the evening of autumn, I gently pulled the chest deep;
With my arms wrapped around my body, my body trembles;
The deep and silent love I have, the memory of dropping tears
Tearful and unshakable love, lost pride shine
Make a cry out of sight; The sound of the rain has vanished;
Yet all the unstable, hidden deep in my mind
Tearful tears; Lost dreams, my colored grief,
Read all the hardships and human relationships in Zhao. Ours
Receive long days like the bright light, in the dream,
End all waiting, make our human dreamy
Five hundred years old is like history, where another
Nothing, the green forests woke up frosty, dark-hearted
Let us lose a few centuries more.
Where there is the acidity of dew and rose petals;
Flowing gardens towards him; On a hot day, angry day
Jyotsna and Jasmin are lost in the forest.