My Voice In The Light Poem by Mamunur Rahman

To my surprise, the light shines in the sky
The scattered light of the moon;
The garden comes in the light of the moon
The old town of Allegheny,
Car windows, old
Architecture; Voices throughout the prelude, long
Red light throughout the path.
In the flowing stream the light of that sweet moon
Please tune me
Deep in the chest; Each of which rhymes and flowing melody
It's like honey. Dew, clouds,
The sun, the rain, the fog penetrates everything
Green grass turns upside down,
In the silver light of my city.
Sometimes it happens again in the cool wait of the dim,
Convert is rare
Born under a cloud, on a hard, repentant body,
The ungodly beauty, the city, the dust, the aromatic petals,
Contains dew, death and wounds of the heart
My soft melody from touch.
Blood roses; I am tired
My beautiful home,
It's all a sign of grief.
My sleepless nights fail in the silver bath
In the absence of qualified water. Which is the desired dream
Endless stream. Day after day i
Sleepless In the absence of bright light
Sleep goes on in bed with dreams
Conversation; At the corner of my gentle finger
Immortalized
Locksmith Wind, waves, dust,
Bright scent in everything
My light shines back
Sweet moonlight. Rain
In the thick, naked way, cool and born in the soil,
In the rose of wonder,
My body, my own statue, is a naked idol.
Wake up in arms and chest
Bright love, melancholy, alone in the lake
In the great beauty of twilight
Spent my childhood
My voice the arms are solar
His is the audition
Sign. The point is the point at which the water drops
I have tears. Okay
The color of all the consciousness at this evening.
Who will always give me his immortality?
Beauty, on a wide expanse of land,
Constructed in the constellations
Depressed chest; In the bright light of light
Tune in to the corners of the tune.