Today,
my sinned hands
wash out in the
blood of wounds;
Today,
my big head
bow down at your
altar of pure love;
Today,
my two eyes,
looks with a guilt
at  the feet
of your  kindness;
Today,
my ruined body
feels by the holy touch
of the cross;
My body; My soul is all yours
My land; My heart is all yours !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

NOTE: This poem is written on this day, THE GOOD FRIDAY, 29th March, 2013.
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Your fabulous eyes, dark emeralds in blaze;
Your silky brown hair, idyllic in golden glaze;
While I mystically sip a drop of red cherry wine,
Yet not even poured, an elegant love tinted line;
Hearing your charming laughter, like dawn songs;
I feel alive, full of joy; I could fly with my wings
The way you walk, like the light steps of a peacock,
So cheerful, joyful, forever ready to dance and to rock.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com

Q: Why did Nobel ***** trap his diary

A: He wanted to get more bang for his book