Ma'hulika doesn't believe
A good poem can change my mind.
Im my dejected moment
A few optimistic words or rhymes
Lead me to a joy land,
I cherish them.
Ma'hulika doesn't believe
Word has the most powerful soothing antidote,
I'm always in search of that
And she thinks
I'm merely a poemholic,
But whenever I look at the blue sky
I recall my boyhood days,
I look at the green
I can see the young ones
Like the leaves of trees,
I look at Ichhamati
I feel, Ma'hulika herself is busy...
One-day I'll show her
How much poetry she has created in me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words are miracle awesome Swimming on pool blossom Slowly flowing through ripple Right to destination special Telling story in wee hour of spell Working miracles for the call. Beautiful Ma'hulika for every word she pour building soul.