Near You, In Dreams And Reality Poem by Mamunur Rahman

I'm the toughest substance on earth,
So, I did not love little in the day of deep sadness;
My relation to the pure, the pure,
the acid, and the gentle in the evening,
Infinite is his unique genre, brilliant, dreamy,
Melt hem, azure his bright lips; Blood is blue in color
Sadness Give me a ride on your boat; About intensive,
Then there is happiness in the rose and the laughingstock.
I will take the moon and astrology to the intensive garden; Cruel evening,
Just for you I have been exposed to the unpleasant throat and lust;
Just for you, the immortal melody composed in my voice, the story
Composed songs the beauty of the heart is dark, dark blue today
Your flowing waves, wonderful, unparalleled, strange and wonderful;
The green plants, in the basic sense, arouse the broken human heart
In tears in a bewildered hem. Why do I get your touch!
Anyone who can comfortably wait in the bright autumn day air,
Losing the fence in a single night of trouble, to the moon; We pulled touch
Deep in the chest, in the midst of the wonderful sunshine
falling over the clouds and the snow,
Embracing the river on a miracle river to get you,
The strange and the miraculous my society
left the state of civilization, deep connection
I have wondered at you; Tears and memories of words,
All the astronauts will be lost to receive your breast pocket
From; The footsteps of those who survive in the melting
hem of blue sky the tone Lost, pungent rose,
the voice of the sound emitted from the sound of the finger
Amal in music; And the memory of Rabindranath's Tagore
'Relaxed journey' has become dirty Unsuccessful call;
All my prayers are meaningless surprises; On the horizon of emptiness
All forms of lighting are random today; Failed music of poetry composed
Tune, I take you five-finger poisonous touches in the voice!