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

I cannot produce,
I cannot be used.
I sit here in dryness,
I call this abuse.

Seeds fall into me,
as they always do,
I cannot grow roses,
& flowers won't bloom.

My purpose stands nowhere,
I cannot see.
Why oh mother Earth,
would you do this to me?

I want to make tulips,
all lusciously aglow.
But there is a feeling,
I will never know.

Soil infertile,
Soil inebriate.
Why must I suffer,
such horrible fate?

Bring me winter,
Bring me spring,
bring all of the beautiful birds,
for them I want to sing.

Let me grow tulips,
let me grow roses.
As the sun shines,
on the children's noses.

Give me a beautiful,
wonderful garden.
Let me grow wood,
Let the tree's roots harden.

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

A: He wanted to get more bang for his book