Ma'hulika-27 Poem by dipak adhya

Forlorn!
The roads are lain still
The leaves are not swaying
A dejected noon is waiting for the evening,
And here, I'm watching Ma'hulika
To comb her hair
To make herself presentable.

There beneath the portico
Beside the honeysuckles
A lame man is sitting,
I couldn't see his face
It was masked
I couldn't see him eating even a morsel
As he had nothing excepthimself.

I wondered,
But remained still,
And watching Ma'hulika's frolicking
Time to time.

All of a sudden I saw her
She prepared herself
And went down,
A little later
I watched her to regale
And just then
The butterflies started to fly
From honeysuckles
And the fragrance of it
Make my room like aparadise.