In Memory Of The Poets Poem by Mamunur Rahman

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

In virtue, those who have forgotten the silence of thinking; Whiteness is mixed Padmaja; Shining brightly away from the path of the Earth Life deep in the fog in the vast sky of the moon constellation the broken dream was lost at noon on a cloud; Me too
In the depths of the heart, I lost the nature and took the moon to the moon

Standing solitary and lonely in the glow of the glow of light
In the reservoir of wilderness, I heard everywhere on the way
The huge sapphires go to their hearts; Surprise at the tenderness of the lake In acidic pure water; The language of respect and touch is loved In the golden dream of a hug; Mountains of the river valley are all developed murmur

At the peak of the flutter, in endless intimacy, in vain is my poison poetry; In the deep of sorrow and deep sorrow, the voice of certain abandoned myth Amal and the vibrant Sourav swells with audacity to call for prayer;
Mourning today is for those who have gone silver in deep dreams
On the day; All the light in the constellation is infinitely constant, in the wisdom of the narrow mind

Come, my abandoned unbearable lament, the invisible closeness that brought them to reality On the plane of the mixed gut; Inevitable, I am left alone with no sound The poetry composed is muted in a gentle evening, floating in the air,
Those who make my senses feel in the heart, I am in awe
Out of bounds while standing, in the mind of the exiles, the rain falls in the four corners.