The Reality Of The Poet Poem by Mamunur Rahman

I mingle with reality,
gather in thought a deep realization
I give poetic form to the glorious words;
I dragged Chaitanyal
I give it to the great poet in the isolated imagery,
the dreamless fading that is touched
Immortal words in a few moments,
a lost melody in a soft voice
From within, much of the full experience
merges into the lonely and dark;
I am deeply immersed in the pages of a wise and
comprehensible deep poem
Much of the futile day is lost in the dream
of waking up, the day of Shravan
In the evening, the artistic beauty Amal,
playing with the sun's rays, playing with her golden fingers,

The smooth letters of a luminous soft poem,
filtered in the language that flows from the voice.
Lost in intense emotion, in the
illuminated light of the horizon, with poisonous touches
The hard pain is in the smooth body,
the transcendence is in the blue air of my cosmos
Many of the ornaments are hidden in the depths
of dreams about layers of sacredness;
The thoughts of the cosmos keep him alive
in the miraculous bright star of a strong relationship-
Those who stand on the ladder of dreams
of transcendental beauty give it in a deep way
Eternity lasts, all traces of genius disappear, strangely two-eyed

Throughout the blue waters, the teardrops
in the springs darken on a day full of infinite virtue;
Gray days, black clouds and luminous silence
I hide them in the grass
I find myself lost in silence, in the trunk of a hyacinth,
in the blood of Amal Beauty,
The heart melts in the soft air, the silvery melody,
the infinite wonder rises in the bright light.
Trembling tolomlo happiness,
the beautiful failed reality
trembling in the dewy water.