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Jan 2013

I have planted
the seeds  of worship
in your fertile land
Ploughed through;
Mutually watered
With my snuffle;
it has matured
and overspread
in my own dwelling.
You offered me a cup of deadly
drink with delight.
You have absorbed in my
Reflection of divines
and you became
my Goddess at last
and I am always
Dormant both  in your
mind and  body
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By
Williamsji Maveli

Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
Poetry dates all the way back to the beginnings of Humanity. People have always been questioning nature, and the day-to-day existence of themselves and other humans love, death, survival, war, injustice, and the universe are all examples of things that have been questioned by men and woman since the roots of human existence. Whether in nursery rhyme, ballad, jingle, rhyme, anthem, or music,people have found poetry to be an outlet for expressing these questions, sensations, and experiences
People often associate it with strict rhyming patterns, complicated vocabulary, hidden iconic meanings, and difficult rhythmical conventions. Poetry is even taught in school to be an intricate, complicated, inexplicable puzzle. True, poetry is difficult. Sure, it can be harder to understand
than prose. However, that is only because sometimes it is involved with your inescapable complexities and uncertainties of your existence.

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Williamsji Maveli
Written by
Williamsji Maveli  Angamaly, Ernakulam
(Angamaly, Ernakulam)   
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