The soul 

Intervals from the beginning
A middle road in carelessness
Unsuitable for movement.
Inside me I fell out For reform

In everyone's eyes 
I have a thick head of crazy kiss
At one stage of the fight 
One of the crazy people to be a partner.

We are two crazy now
The street child is a companion in the game.
Morning to afternoon 
We are working non stop.

In the devotion of our work
The next day our fellow people are also unemployed.

Then , I am inside everyone..

The narrow road is the highway
I am inside everyone
I went to the heart of the madman.

Written by 

M.M.Aminur Rahman

Tercsi

Date 02/07/2009

#Bangladesh

 Bangladesh

O dear 

The beloved of the soul is the most beautiful 

The desire of the unborn is found in happiness and sorrow

Eternal companion , dear you.

The most beautiful in the world

Pearls of static stone from age to age

They knocked on my door and asked for love

One moment , give me a little love , a little love.

They say 

You are a rock 

You have no love

Your heart is the garden grass.

I also say there is no love 

There are Mathura beels , field filled mustard wounds.

Date juice taken from a tree in winter morning 

Burning fire made by grandmother in thick fog.

Your face is crazy , I am ruposhi Bangladesh.

The soil and compassion of this country 

This is my pride.

Written by 

M.M. Aminur Rahman

#Omicron

 Omicron

Omicron : 

This variant is behaving differently , it is more contagious 

than Delta variant. The Omicron variant is more transmissible

than the Delta.

Omicron symptoms:

A corona positive patient may have some unfamiliar

symptoms, such as extreme fatigue, mild muscle aches

sore throat , and whooping cough. The body temperature

 will be a little higher.

Resistance :

The first way to prevent coronavirus is to keep  the virus

from spreading. Obey hygiene , wear a mask . This makes it 

possible to ensure 50 percent protection.

End of destination

 End of destination

Long way to go ! Forest across the field

Hearts, rivers , mountains, seas left behind

Bhatiali song in a crooked voice

A boatman without an oar walks an unknown path.

For away the sky merges with the ground

The two of them hugged and fell in love

I think this is a great opportunity in life 

Here is last address of matching path.

Continuing the Jayanti Express train

Home of the Sun in front of the front

This new path does not seem to end

Millions of stars line the infinite sky.

I could not get tried of running 

Today I have seven distant heavens .

Written by

M.M. Aminur Rahman

With the arrival of winter.

 With the arrival of winter

Under the ground in the winter   

Autumn is past

Rupshi daughter of nature

Welcomes him.

Re arranged

Fulfillment 

Is in the midst of living things

Emergence of new trends.            

In the middle of winter                                                

Various pendants in the swing

To be born again

Various flowers in bloom.

Darkening to the side

The fog is covered 

Awakens in the midst of life

New hope of survival.

When in the scorching sun

Life is almost out

Then the heart rise

Cold fire.

As much as the creature wants 

By eternal nature

Look at the middle of winter

Filled to the brim.

Poem by

M.M. Aminur Rahman

Tomb of hope           

Alas !
Even for a moment in a life
I haven't seen you happy bird
After all , I am not a flash of light in a dark room in this life.
Where are you ?

My favorite !
Clear salt water .
Continuously touches the corner of both eyes
In the stream of thrilling clear water 
The face gets with the wine of liquid love
In the blue realm of peace 
The desire lamp of the heart.

This life ! Limited time
There is no hope for a moment
Darkness without light, love without hope.

I don't get what I want 
What you don't want is never left behind.
This is the tomb of hope

Written by
M.M. Aminur Rahman
Terchi , Tala ,Satkhira 
Date 07/08/2008
 

External happiness

External happiness

Mango with honey in the month of Jaistya

That didn't eat

He think's

What a beautiful quality of Bengali fruit.

Juicy jackfruit cells in toasts

That didn't eat

He did not understand

Ah! what a fun sweet juice.

Black and whit sweet touch berries

That didn't eat

He doesn't know

Ah !What a wonderful and invaluable achievement.

He did not see

What a wonderful day! Heavenly interest is sweet.

Bunch of litchi on a slender

That didn't eat

He did not look

Happiness ! This is absolute.

All the beautiful fruits of  beautiful Bengal

That didn't eat

He did not look

Honey green Bengali fruit juice taitambur.

Written by

M.M. Aminur Rahman

The pursuit of happiness

The pursuit of happiness

Life is a magic trick

Unadulterated authentic sad reality

Affection, love, freedom and loveless stone is ugly

This Ultra Modern City is Dhaka.

From dawn till late at night 

Car noise , black smoke and dustbin dust

Absolutely a constant companion digitally pickpocket .

On the right walking , the sky on the ground

Keep an eye out, otherwise..

Danger to grab ! great danger

Absolutely daily resurrection .

Tired exhausted office last home

Work maid , room maid , landlord , peddler 

Colorful magic tricks .

There is no shadow of peace anywhere

Thieves come and go in the middle of sleep

These are found everyday.

Alas! I remember the blue lotus of mathura beel 

Swimming in unobstructed clear water

Running on the horizon field twice

Putting the chest on the ground at noon on a sunny day.

The bustle of the metropolis

Life is unbearable and not good 

I want open air , green forest and open sky 

Here the mother smells the soil

Such sweet happiness , and nowhere to catch .

Written by 

M.M. Aminur Rahman

Love

Du you know what is love ?
I may you see the sky ,soil ,water  or  river
A bundle of rose .
The  great author write's poem or song.

Do you know where is love ?
All over the nature 
The beautiful girl heart, comrade or apply of lover.
Every time teach us proper decision in life.
The more gather love ,the more thirst increases day by day.

Love is not physically  any kinds of goods
Allah is all mighty then loves power

Written by
M.M .Aminur Rahman
30/10/2006

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

Pull of the soil

Pull of the soil

This was the day
Paddy fields in torrential rain, we are eleven or twelve !
Kneeing makes me cry, I am chasing the ball.
Where is the sound of pe pipo in the kite?

The Bamboo's bamboo's kunchi is cut and 
The firecrackers are fruitful in the sound of
neighborhood  sleep knocked down-
Jumping into the mogdal of the tree by the pond.
Forgive the readings in Marble's talk talk words.

In the corner of the neighborhood ,
we are morning or afternoon.
uncle-aunt , grandmother's dawn comes on footsteps.

Even today 
 I come to the soil again and again in that greed.
Everything is same as before 
I am date expiry

Written by
M.M. Aminur Rahman
Date-25-05-2021