Ma'hulika-12 Poem by dipak adhya

I cast my eyes to the blossomed flowers
And try to find out the new buds.
The green twigs make me expectant for the more new ones,
And even the old petals
Whisper to my ears
There new seeds
Are waiting for time
To be germinated
That will bring the new world.

Beside the decorated branches
There's also a dry stic
I turn my eyes
And pray for it...
Don't be so morbid
Let you see the coming glow
And let us sing for the new
With respect for the past sorrow.

Just then, a little breeze blows
And with harkening ears
I listen to their song
And see even the stick
Is trying to make an echo!