Raindrops Poem by Mamunur Rahman

The sky broke and it rained all day in the green forests of Bengal
All the accumulated rubbish was washed away
from the smooth corners into the falcon air,
Green fields, ponds, and beels sprang up in a torrential downpour;
Leaving behind the melody of all the music,
the sound of rain captures my memory
In the still garden, in the deepest darkness,
all around is touched by his deep passion,
It rises in a long lake with soft drops,
deposited in the corner of the buck
Leaving emotion, his touch continued in the deep reservoir
Raindrops in the fall, tears in my eyes in the evening
Back in the corner, in the forest of
Chandramallika, that flower still blooms today
The sound of drizzle, black rain, blue rain.
The fields of Bengal, all the rivers and the
rippling waves, grew in my dreams
Bright golden memories arose in its artistic sound,
the miracle of the universe
In the picture, Fute wakes up with two eyes,
the sound is like the moonlight, sleepless.
The night passes in the depths of the words,
mingling with life
The sound of deep rain, in the name of night,
filled both eyes with deep sleep;
The flow of my blood freezes at the
moment with intense musical sounds,
The shadowy stillness continued to fall
and the sound echoed in my ears
In the middle of the waterfall,
red-blue is mixed in the thick darkness
Raindrops surround me, green trees grow in the mud;
The bright blue touch in the eyes of the horizon
falls on the edge of the stream.
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