Passing Of Bad Day Poem by Mamunur Rahman

Everything is fine with me, my day,
Whiteness, acidity,
Dew, clouds, rain, fog,
Fluting river, evening, Padma, honeymoon,
And another river
There are good tie, autopsy, weed, fishing and blindness.
Well Jasmine, Kamini, laughing,
Blood clots, sully and fistula;
There are better fish born in the lake.
Despite being a lot better
When your blood-soaked image floats in the ocean,
In the chest and heart of the dew,
All colors of consciousness fade to gray in color,
Dreams of the past are gone,
Whose eyes wander in the deepest of hearts,
In my splashing water,
In the sleeping room all the drops of dew wake up
Roy in tears, towards him in a merry tone,
You are my water, the waves, the bloodshed and the hemispheres;
Star trembling in the yellow forest
It was my twilight evening in the twilight
Shadows and dreams on the wings;
My shaking at the base of the cloud is empty
The red day in the tears of tears in the silver tone.