Windy Night Poem by Mamunur Rahman

My smooth body trembles in the air of Chaitra,
the color of life, It's a night of big winds, imagining the
old waves at the end of the horizon.
I paint hard pictures on earthen walls,
in artist's paintings, I tell lost stories
From the empty chest of the mind,
come back my lost memory - which is gone
From the corner of the chest a few decades ago,
but a lot of garbage has accumulated
A lush green forest surrounded by soft and white;
My sigh, find them back
At the end of the moonlit and sunny day,
hold it in your tender arms;
Let the stagnant wait come to an end in the
heat of the volcano in the earthly light,
Take refuge in the stars of my miraculous heart,
in the Amal dew of Shravan-
Set foot on the ladder of desires
and dreams, assure all beauty
The sound will be in the abyss;
It sounds like dew and falls
My dark tears, in the corners of my smooth eyes,
back to light and darkness,
The wind catches the white hand at night,
on the evening of Shravan, I light it
Bright light surrounds me; In the golden heart,
in the dormant wilderness of the stars,
Shalban and fir shades merge
into a faded dialogue,
Chandramallika, Hasnahena, Kamini and
Gandharaja spread fragrance in my garden
Windy night, you come back to the
light shade in the breeze
My sadness and the touch of rose petals,
in the light of Diwali,
Green crops, bright-golden ornaments,
frozen in the soil
In the hands of love, wonderful green
land of my amazing beauty,
His beautiful diary, in the dream water
of the thoughts of the cosmos, is on the horizon
In the miraculous wind, in the dew drops,
my yellow mustard field,
Windy night, you come back to me
firm chest with the moonlight.