Lost Of Beautification Poem by Mamunur Rahman

Gentle smooth skin losing beauty; It falls down
Amal in the human body with artistic mind, in the soft water-river
The solid form turns blue in a few moments and rises in the evening;
In the dew of mist in the sacred body;
The blue clouds will fade away;
One hundred and one blood roses are
embedded in it in the depths of dreams;
In the full moon full moonlight; In the blue forest of moonlight;
In the smoothness of the clouds
The wonder finger penetrates the flesh
and reaches the wonderful body;
It floats in the bright water of lonely thought
in an impenetrable stream;
About my lost past, in the dew drops of the impenetrable night
Let all the garbage of the city be gathered day by
day in the heap of secret whiteness,
I do not see any difference between dreams and objects today
In the corner of my growing dreamy eyes;
White snow in the air, deep in the fog
On the horizon of the golden form that rises and touches
the black shadow floating in the turbulent water,