The Voice Of A Lonely Man Poem by Mamunur Rahman

I have heard a lot of music and painful melodies in the realm of music;
Which is not yours That tune in my childhood
You played, which still is today
The echoes are deep in the unity of the heart.
You are lonely, lonely, empty; Inside two eyes
We went to our destination at noon, shaking our throats.
What a long way you might be in the city
Reach the unknown path,
I was a teenager,
I look at you wisely,
Didn't say,
Shake your femininity aloud,
Not too long, but bigger than me,
You have said that in your mind in a loud, psychic form
Which I could not understand even today!
Morning and evening wondering what it meant, what it meant,
Is His calling, not mythical?
Contemporary we are.
Living in the same circle, and still unknown.
What a tuneful voice,
Not a musician, you say five sentences back,
You don't know any new words.
Never remained silent, trembling throat loudly.
You call like you
You did not know what that means!
I have learned from you, everything
No money, no money at all,
It only awakens the pain!
Tell me, who likes memories of crying?
We are like us
In the land of wind & color in the dark sad days;
I've heard a lot of voices since I was three decades old,
I have taken the form of melody in my heart,
In the midst of immense pain; In the blue rain of the polymath
You are not a myth, not a primitive bereavement
You make that voice, bleed and cry
The senses; It remained hidden in my mind.
Illuminated in the same light; Amaravati, finger-pointing
Touch of like Roy built it in huge emptiness!