My yester-years withered away;
In my own debris;
I shall wait for the
next summer,
when her body seasons
for a cool breeze,
While I drown into
the depth of her blue oceans;
My desires grow into violence;
unknown to this world !


My yester-years melted away;
In my own remains,
I shall look for
the next  winter,
When her mind reasons
for a warm touch;
While I climb up
the heights of her green hills;
My wishes dilute into silence;
unknown to this world !
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.shanthinagar.c­om