At The Night Poem by Mamunur Rahman

Before nightfall it returns to shaking beauty at the end of the day
In the meantime, my body wakes up in the air of Chaitra
In the cloud breeze, rain-soaked teardrop and with the soft touch of sunshine's sunny hair, the coral is mixed with the island
There is a glimpse of nerves; Decaying my thoughts are deep in my heart

The immortal heartbreak in the heart of the deafening hand-drawn language the dreamer slipped away and slipped away from the earth; The golden glow on the face of the glorious moon, the golden sun of and Suli's amalgam blossoms, with a fiery eternal twin The sound of the nail hitting the soft wood awakens in the shadows.

In a difficult life, in a life without conflict; Of a life of doubt
In the quiet congested room, they pass by, looking forward to the sleepless night in solid metal; The lonely thirst falls on the radiance of desire the beauty of the autumn in the afternoon is the drunken hem of the Digidike green forest Smells of soreness in gentle hands dirty in the soft blue of the water

Wondering my hearing, the light flashed in the sky
Wave of waves, burning again at the festival of life
Light is at a solid bright peak; An echo echoing in silence
Calm peace comes in the calm sky of the spreading earth
In the gentle breeze of the evening in the voice; You have no melody at the drop of dew

Hundreds of waves of water on the horizon of the dark island, on the horizon Extreme beauty is mixed; The footprint of zero is built into the resort
I have the pleasure of falling into the hard metal of my exposed finger; Crafty shimmering reddish-blue greens
Everywhere in the heart, the pure beauty of the heart is shining of brightly