**
The pure milk of life;
is not in drops;
not in a jar;
not in a bottle.
A new born
is crying for milk.
Milk is genius;
Milk is generous;
Milk is precious;
Milk is white
Milk is mother
But mind sometimes
is like a barren sky;
No more drops;
No more love !
The milk is emptying;
dropping down
The milk of life
The milk of love
is emptying;
Somewhere
A child is thirsting for
A child is crying for .....
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
**
The pure milk of life;
is not in drops;
not in a jar;
not in a bottle.
A new born
is crying for milk.
Milk is genius;
Milk is generous;
Milk is precious;
Milk is white
Milk is mother
But mind sometimes
is like a barren sky;
No more drops;
No more love !
The milk is emptying;
dropping down
The milk of life
The milk of love
is emptying;
Somewhere
A child is thirsting for
A child is crying for .....
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
Revelations of Bluffed Words-Poem Page 16
(All poems in this series are, translations from Malayalam, originally written in author’s mother-tongue, “Malayalam’”, the language of Kerala, in South India.)
BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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www.williamsji.com
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