The Shadow Of Loneliness Poem by Mamunur Rahman

I don't remember what you said, not that I tried too hard.
I mingle with thoughts alone, deep in my heart
In the amal dew of the garbage century,
I put them to sleep with comfort
Gently in the corner of the mind; The blue
moonlight falls on me in the evening of the cosmos
On the verandah, Raktajaba spreads its branches
with the intense touch of a gentle hand;
I lost all the meaning of beauty from
the page of the poem to Rupshi's bright eyes,

The sleepless night is cut short
by the soft lips of the green breeze of Amal Jyotsna;
My eyes tremble and the water of Shravan touches the dew.
I keep them alive in the green of the grass in
the deep darkness, countless dreams are shattered
In the light of the moonlight, there is a deep
stillness in finding all my words without voice


Intense love is mixed with deep realization,
deep thoughts and memories
Mixed wonderfully; The meaning of beauty
should disappear in a moment-
Only emptiness in the depths of the heart,
hidden in the palm of a skillful hand is a miracle
To the dreams, the dot-to-dot line of
light shines bright evening by the river;
I look at all those wonders,
in the splendor of prehistoric sapphires
Spreading brilliance, the talent
blends into the soft, deep embrace

The fragrance of the body sways in
the gentle touch of art, in the air of Shravan
Soundless my impeccable Gandharaja,
the flowing waves melt them
In the depths of emptiness, in the bright sky,
the constellations of sapphires fly
Aishwarya continues,
soft hands touching my soft chest in the deep evening.