Young Youth Poem by Mamunur Rahman

Standing in the grass of the dew, I am on the path of the steady-flowing black bird, full moon
All the light mixes with the bright acidic kisses in the blue;
My extended mountain reaches from the islands to the glorious path of the earth, the spirit, the ideal, the nature is involved in the other, which is erased in the moment
In silence, memories of the past are today in a cloud of wondering clouds; Amal manifestation
My beloved day burned at dusk at dusk;
In the morning I live in the afternoon and evening; Combined in the heart red, blue golden world, immersed in lonely clouds.
In the light of the promise, I did not promise those hundred words that are golden
In the deep meditation of thoughts, anxiety, and despair, I was consumed by the blood I had left;

My disobedient heart reaches towards him, without worry, in silence
Lost in the forests, from the city to the lush green forests; Touching melodies in shaking, my wretched house; The Fennell Valley was thrown into the red.
The ugly attempt to dream, to break the meditation of penance, to the beautiful sight of the beautiful in the thinking of art; Your lover's heart is enchanted fresh forest is spreading happiness; Developed, fluttered, in the silent shade of peace The cold hummus lies in the forest jam; Dirt in the clear air of the breaking sea.
Yes, there, day and night, in the deep waters of the starless friend;
Glacier passes me the tune of the West, the body of the night in the breeze in the middle of the night, I hear the star's sad lament for the golden tune of music;

May my day of holiness, holiness, all sanctified relations be peaceful
The translucent form of the eyes and lips transforms into a divine transformation of genius peace