Infinite Return Poem by Mamunur Rahman

You didn't come to me in the morning;
If it comes, it touches the white moon in the blue of thought
I would break the silence; You may not know;
How deep is the white cloud in separation-?
My chest is covered in dew, in the touch of frost
In wonder of thought; In the deep cavity of the heart- burning smoothness
In the sprawling Shefali forest, fascinating and wonderful beauty of serenity
Side-by-side; In my lost empty chest in the yellow forest of Jotsna;
You actually are; Nakshatrabithi rises in the yellow color of autumn
Deep in the waterfall, in the burning music of the heart
You didn't come to me at noon;
If he had come, he would not have spent the lazy afternoon like that
The grass and the waves of the sea; You may not know;
The wonderfully cool relationship is erased