Timeless Time Poem by Mamunur Rahman

My hand is so big now, in the cloud, in the light of wonder,
He wants to catch something like that, in the green forests, in the red forests, Rain drops I know my hand will hold you in your arms;
The light will fade darkly in the yellow forest;
Memories and memories are gone.
My voice has now learned to wake up, shaking, in his voice;

I know she is naked in her praise, spreading all her customs
In solitude, my sick fingers are softly attached to you
Sun-streaked sunshine on a papier-like panicle
In the green My eyes are wide today,
in the sharp waves of the fading river;
He has learned to look a lot like him in the unseen light of the sun,

I know he'll see you if he is asked to see something
Sunny day on golden day; Of the constellation of the
Moon in the astrology of the autumn
At night My nose has learned to smell fierce,
in the frosty breeze of long;
If he was asked to smell something, he would touch the brightest
In the body I know, he will enter you in the senses, vacillating

Come to another dew. My legs are now stretched out wide,
She has learned to walk mile after mile; On the green grass full,
If he was asked to leave in the dawn of an intense dawn, creams,
I know he will go your way, deep in his heart.
My voice is now very audible;
In soft meditative festivals intensive meditation,

If he is asked to float in a tunnel, he is in the sailing boat
Will proceed on the way. I know,
all the music of spring music is in the wilderness.
My touch is now much softer
and softer in the warmth of the blue sapphire.
If he is asked to touch something, the constellation
shines in the light of touch
I know he will sing your praises on
winter day in the endless cold air.

He will proceed towards you with a deep meditation
on the amalgam petals,
Today I have grown much larger in the white cloud within
the base of the gray cloud;
Not seeing everything, wishing to see everything or
not in the meaningless history of nature,
Even if I wished, I could not see the solitude of deep thought in
the void of the earth,
My dream is in my dark corner, in tears,
in the blood and in the air of touch!