Young Woman Poem by Mamunur Rahman

Growing clouds, fog, light and blossom flowers
To sow; You are setting foot on common river
There is no dream today, but the dew point, nature
Today, the long wait for rivers and turbid waters to end,
You know Dreams, beauty and shaking of lost currency
Nothing is fixed in memory, only in tears
The memory of the weeping. No remorse, no receipt
You are full of love for my undying love.
Do not want to know where your position is? Beauty young woman
Me! You still have a bright presence in my bungalow;
The footprint has gone to the terrain of Bengal,
the secret cave of the inscription
Like; Bright young lady, waterfalls, waves, waves and her tune
The vibration is moving towards you. Rupavati, the most beautiful
My, will you not put your foot on me and ruin me?
In the land of Bengal? Blood and lost memories are ours
Lost in consciousness, looking at you today is deaf.
Ladies, today I am going to spread the nature on the ground of Bengal;
Where the cloud of dew and the mist play; In the air of Nishith,
I keep you in my eyes; Timeless
My teardrop; And the red heart is formed in the dream of a molten moon.