Vibration, In My Heart Poem by Mamunur Rahman

Vibration, In My Heart



Suck all the trouble spots, raise the lips, get closer,
Slow, tender blood and heart trembled, blood vessels
I give it to your lips; Green grass and soft sea breeze;
In my deepest heart the soft sleepless shawl, all the clouds of pain
The voice will blush and the blue lips.
The hearing will be gone in the evening
The tears are towards me. Soft vocals composed of soft melody;
Give it happiness is in the white clouds, deep in the art, in my rich petals.
It is cold, my soft body flutters, and touches the goose
All the pleas of the heart will be extinguished by
the red light of the ground at night;
Your voice, the trembling touches, the bliss of a cloud falling, the blind,
Blizzard, flowing waves, black throat, dark happiness
Everything is mine Dreams, fantasies,
blood clots falling in beauty, overwhelming
The touch of warm silver will all be one today in your touch;
In intense touch, the intense happiness of waking
the body today is the dawn of dew.
I will leave all the marks of talent in the heart of your chest and heart,
Your body is shining bright today, because of the darkness of lightning.
The beauty of the nature of Chaitra is overwhelmed today,
it is calm to wake you in the eye the flowing waves of
the Padma will dissipate in search of its light,
Deep knowledge, perception, faith, human values are all dead to you
Gentle boo. I touch from poison to soft poison.
Tear off all the obscure faces of the past, who are lost in the dark.
My dream today is in the water of blue and green,
dark, steady, calm and awake.
They are gone, who break into this empty heart in the desert heat of fire
Colorful butterflies fluttered on top.
All the tunes are mixed with the island today
At sea the sound of silence comes to my solitude in solitude,
All the colors of Jazmin are faded so that there is a muted heart of desire.
Deep, dewy. All my songs target you
Composed words yellow leaves, dew, sore moon, and breast heat.
All nonsense, the poison of agony sucked him into the cloud of the wind
The trembling pain in the throat of my heart, in my silent body.

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Mamunur Rahman

Mamunur Rahman

Gopalgonj, Bangladesh
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