Miss You Poem by Mamunur Rahman

I was standing here, when everything was quiet
It was coming, I was looking at the dark cloud, its glow
All light spreads out towards me like a miraculous magician;
Surprisingly, the meaningless murmur of thought
in the brush of imagination, the most complex
And all those things which are full of beauty
from the depths of the heart
Boundless Nirmoh in the green land,
all the exquisite pure imagery transformed;
In his Nilbithir river and fine artwork. I stared in amazement;
Wetlands, forests, trees, brown hills and green light
And at the far end of the dark horizon. Self-exiled I,
the stars and the moon
A huge emptiness is gathered in sleepless thoughts.
The originality is all faded
In his hearing; The magical night also takes
me into a deep state of thought;
Surprise is my pure wonderful thought;
In the rain drops of wonderful dark clouds
The Seven Boundless Transformations
of Falling Amal Beauty
The motionless rush of thought;
All immortal words written in vain and irrational;
In the bright colors of the world, the dying sick
man of mourning, the dark emptiness
Live the holy night together; In the dewy moonlight.