Me and my ma'hulika
Often in our conversation
Forget our own existence.
When we realize our identity
Ma'hulika laughs and blames me
My love has made her a forgetful one.
Just then I remember
(though I am very friable in my remembrance)
She always blames me
I don't have a little affection over her!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ma'hulika is quite observant and points the thing right on time. Good to have such loyal people in life. May God bless ma'hulika and you always.