My thirst dies without your milk; Hence, I pour to drink my own blood; My hunger grows without your fruit; Hence, I cook to eat my own flesh ! Neither I am a man nor a women, I am the milk; blood;fruit and flesh. * BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI williamsji@yahoo.com www.williamsji.com
From the collection of my short poems "microthemes" by Williamsji Maveli