Mulu

In the realm of words, where meanings sway,

Mulu walked a path of insight's ray.

In whispers soft, in tales untold,

He uncovered truths, both young and old.

A man of keen perception, Mulu's eyes,

Unraveled secrets, a profound surprise.

For in the language that women weave,

What's spoken, oft conceals what they believe.

"Words may dance in veils, a subtle theme,

Yet hidden echoes, in shadows, gleam.

What they say, a surface gently seen,

But deeper currents in their hearts convene."

In the symphony of speech, a nuanced play,

Mulu grasped the art, day by day.

For in the cadence of a woman's voice,

Lies a symphony, where choices rejoice.

He learned the subtleties, the silent streams,

Behind expressions, unspoken dreams.

What they say, a surface, a mask serene,

Yet the heart's melody remains unseen.

Mulu, the sage of understanding rare,

Embarked on a journey, beyond compare.

For in decoding words, a truth unfurls,

That what they say is not always the pearls.