Daughters Of The Artist Poem by Mamunur Rahman

Increased life in pure art
Don't know how to feel for something else.
Daughters of my industry, unfulfilled dreams!
Are you still alive today in my artery;
Wherever you were, you became an artist.
My astounding daughters of the moon!
How much gentleness do you get;
In my flowing bloodstream, in the depressed hem of a vacuum,
Waiting water is waiting for you,
Which is still flowing today.
The soft-wave waves float in the dark
It is your way. Glowing light,
My beautiful daughters; The vibration of the lost tune,
Will you not appear in silence in secret alleyways!
Where wonderful memories awaken in the mind;
The white cleansing hard on my cock, inside my chest,
Rupavati Ramani floats with tears in her voice,
How long and radiant can be in the lines of pure poetry;
The dark blue sorrows are my, broken white clouds in the clouds;
Let them fly upward like a cloudless cloud; In the red air,
The snow falls on the sharks, the body drops in the rain,
Nick fair was born in the lake. In the dream,
My sadness is to read Zhao on a snowy day;
I'll go out; The whites do not cry in tears, think
If you come back, in my chest, deep in the flesh in my blood
I will spread the floral wreath; you will draw my soft
Come back, daughters of my industry, my golden one
In the daytime, my agonized heart and mind, lost in the daytime.