The Bereavement Of Water And Astrology Poem by Mamunur Rahman

I felling like a failed man; Where darkness falls,
The beauty of waking up in the blue forest is on my finger and red lips,
There is intense light on the lake
In my forest.
Ample touches the amalgam again with a touch of trembling;
You take water all over my body,
The bone is made up of hundreds of meats
The fragrance of the worm, the wilderness,
makes me remember the memories of my childhood.
The lost melody of the heart washed away in silver water,
Silence in the breeze of clouds,
Body wounds have accumulated,
silver finger fountains deep in the blood;
We respond to the thunderous winds of the cloud,
The saddest memory game goes to the water stream,
I went down in the evening in silent water
All the sweetness of the body is alone,
The sad tone disappears in my blurred silence,
The dew is covered with water,
I am asleep, the soft smoldering wrinkles
waking up in an unbearable slumber;
I will never come back to my glorious light,
Green plants,
On my own ground.
The scent of crying is on the fragrant aroma of the body,
the void of nature
In a frosty cold hem,
I am going to be merciless in my freeze,
Get lost in deep darkness,
Bright-feathering is the unknown way of embracing gentle dew.
In expanded thinking;
Meaningless lives in the palms of the heart.
The audible audible night and day with unspoken voice
My leaves are green
At the basic vacuum of the water wave.
In deep jealousy I too am lost in close embrace;
The waves are flowing, in the land of shimmering
clouds, on the edge of lush soil,
Dark grief mourns the full moon in my inimitable waters and flames.