Ma'hulika-36 Poem by dipak adhya

No love is comparable
As the one
Between Ma'hulika and me.
As much as I adore her
She goes behind.
As much I try to get her
She mocks at me,
As if I'm a dull-headed man
Without a heart
And even amorous words.

Me and Ma'hulika
Often I think, we are inseparable
And the moment I say so
She messages
No, I don't know you at all
And ne'er utter a nasty word;
Being puzzled
I fold my diary,
And write on the scrapped paper
Nothing but scribbles.
When I stop my writing
I notice there is only a name
Ma'hulika X Y V Z.