The Love Of The Moment Poem by Mamunur Rahman

In the gentle evening of Poush,
all the relaxed thoughts are lost in the moment
From my mind, the cells of feeling
scatter in the cavity of blood cells
I live in bright light; Those who are
in bewildered consciousness
Sutibra desire goes through the amal touch of dew;
The moon and the moonlight
The innumerable forms of the senses playing
in the light, in the dew of the immortality of beauty,
Warm tender happiness returns to the depths of
the dream of growing up in the garbage-
Mixed voices mingle in the yellow
grass across the globe in their own way,
I move forward in the deep night to see
its shadow in the dense spring;
Avro is engrossed in the artistic smile and
the radiant beauty in her form
On the night of the cosmos, I keep Madhavi's
unconditional love in my heart to the tune of the wind,
All my pain is lost in the deep solitude
of the radiant blue touch
In the rain of Shravan, the silt comes to life
in the trembling fingers of the heart;
Feelings are awakened by the silent
emptiness of centuries
I look in amazement at all those
transformed endangered beauties-
The love of the moment is lost from the
corner of the chest in teardrop tears.