Ma'hulika-21 Poem by dipak adhya

This town is silent now
Every night before going to bed
It writes down the number of death
And passes a sleepless night once more to be counted.

The days are passing away unobtrusively
The deserted roads and bridge
Only count the unperceived time.
Only little ripples are awaken
On the breast of the river Ichhamati
The boats are reclined
On the dry bank
All the amorous thought
Have been taken away.

Now in this August morning
I await like a young lover,
Not for his Ma'hulika,
But for a time
Without from the red eyes of pandemic.