Ma'hulika Poem by dipak adhya

Suppose she is Ma'hulika
And who is she?
I don't know;
And what I know it is
Her profound utterance of words
That make sonorous sound
In my heart in my leisure-time

Ma'hulika! Ma'hulika!
Suppose she is
Like Browning's lady- love
I too request thee,
Will you go last ride with me
In this fictitious ride
Through the mode of writing
Through the mode of words
Through the mode of imagination...

Now it is rainy season
Having seen the floating cloud
I too am sending this verse of mind
I'm here...long miles away
Are you awaiting?

No need of it.
Suppose you have thousands obstacles
But here
The words are smooth and coy
Though my heart writes all these
To that fictitious lady
Suppose she is Ma'hulika or xyz.
No it is not a love poem
But only a prattling!