She is standing in front me,
And above her the celestial moon is shining
I can’t see, I can’t praise two beautiful creations at a time.

The moon is getting older, still she is the same
Moon your beauty is constant, my beloved’s one is variable.
Let me see her, she is changing.
Her beauty is decaying
Over her the sins are ruling.

Before and after
my misty dawns;
during and longing for
heavy rain shower hours
Let your love pour in me;
Like tear drops of delight;
Over and above my green valley’s;
Up and down of my blue hills;
the inner depths of my desires!
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BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
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