Fear Poem by Mamunur Rahman

Sometimes in the early morning, sleep wakes up in a silver lining,
Looking up to the sky, to the beat of the heart, to the faint clouds,
We have a dream of something new,
the catch is my being in the silence of silence,
Chitra, Cotton, Kirtankhola, Katakhali, Honeymoon
On either side, in the golden afternoon in the cloud,
in the golden forest, in the yellow forest,

Thought it was, in silence, lonely, in the dark mist of imagination,
Jyotsna and silver memories form in my sleepless nights, body,
In the light of the red cloud and the stars,
the melody of my separation sounded;
Noon to dusk; Shawl and winter in the breeze,
In the dawn, the olive deep in my body is in the blood,

The acidic source is made of dirty gray breeze and my color is worthless
At every moment; The heart whose light flows like lightning, is nature
Hardly worthless sunshine and a heart-pounding tremor of frost
Awakening memory, waking up deep in the moonlight, drawing me there.
The string that gathers in 'Never was a human being' was me

In my old world, destruction and lost past, in silence.
All the hardships of my heart swept from zero
All colors of consciousness; autumn afternoon in obscure Fog of grass;
The bright sky becomes blue, with a soft scent in the desert frost;
The warmth is toward my absolute attainment,
with the brightness of the glacier.

All the troubles of the chest come dirty, warm in my mythical city
In the day All my talent in the sunshine is on the green grass.
All relations of nature have been washed away in my difficult humanity;
Depression is hard to come by in my tropical old world;
Where, the luminous mark of the sun-drenched industry lies in the meaningless base.