Lonely Heart Poem by Mamunur Rahman

A gentle melody floats in the air, which is my own word
It seems that in the corner of my eye
I have a beautiful beauty, in my basic light;
The warmth lost by the trembling of the white audible waters,
over time, in the drunken air
Merges into the depths of dream-thought;
Ornamental softness flows into my cosmos
The stream keeps him alive in eternal thought in bright stars;
Every day I get lost in the waves
At the end of the horizon, where there is
nothing miraculous, the zero moonlight transcends
In the sacred reality, which I plant very tenderly,
with the gentle touch of a finger,
She also mixes within the words,
in a deep embrace, spreading personal beauty
On the magical table of the cosmos,
the blue memory is washed away in the
fertile soil, the currents flowing.
In the poisoned heart, the red-blue-green
dream that grew is the breadth of my artistic poetry
In verse, all the beautiful verses of the century,
wailing with intense emotion.
In the transformed water, the color of sandalwood
spreads and is instantly smoothed by piercing five fingers.
In the glow of touch, in the moment all tenderness falls, i
n the sense of miraculously lost,
The relationship of spring is breaking,
in the soft body that fades like a red fire,
Stunned by His splendor and majesty,
the pure beauty rose in my transcendent shadow.