Ma'hulika-3 Poem by dipak adhya

I asked my friend Ma'hulika,
Will you allow me to paste a portrait of yours
Along with this verse?
Having listened to the words
She looked at me
Her eye-brows shrunk
And then she screamed, Nay.
I replied, Ok.

Then I sketched her
As usual
A face was drawn
And she couldn't recognise herself,
As it was the worst sketch
I've ever made.

Now Ma'hulika is happy
Her face is not hung in Poem Hunter
But I find her
And stare at it,
As if Ma'hulika and me
Are whisperingside by side!