Ma'hulika-19 Or Waiting Poem by dipak adhya

A lot of things are unknown to me.
Vis-a-vis...
I know, never a morning waits for me
But only for it
I get up when it sleeps
In the darkness.
Though I never complained it against.
Even a dusk also
Does not care my watching
How every evening
I cherish it's coming.

No one cares me
But I feel
My heart craves for listening
The call of the vendors
The call of the milkman
The tinkle sound of the newspaper
And even the cracking sound of the gate.

Nowadays, I also wait for her message
Does Ma'hulika know it?
I don't know,
And I also await
For reading her new poems
Where there hides my love and sorrow!