From those celestial dawn to dusk;
And from that mid-night till mid-day;
She worked hard; not only for
her daily bread, but also for others too,
who lived in and around her small hut;
situated near the meadow hills.
From those beautiful dusk to dawn  
and from that mid-day till mid-night;
She baked her bread for others too;
Her daily kindness; good deeds,
counted a lot in my life;
And all that occurred in my life
is the result of her deeds.
  Her every action creates a new thought,
with in me  and  my life.
I was emotional; passionate to her;
In the long run,this is in turn
created an affection; liking
between us within her and me;
  sweet talks; bitter love  in her mind.
This leaves a subtle imprint on me;
It has the potential to ripen
my future happiness or for future sufferings,
depending on whether her actions
were positives or negatives.
She opened a gorgeous shelter,
for me to sleep and to dream at night;
It has neither any doors nor walls;
At dawn, she led me out towards the hill
Nature has no windows, no any exits at all;
like her; She has neither any doors to her heart;
nor any windows to her spicy body;
She was the loveliest among others;
And She knew  how to pay back the love;
Unveiling the secrets of me and to win
over the dirt within me ; but there was
no room in her womb to conceive;
to carry a baby of mine;
But still, I nurture her; love her !
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.shanthinagar.c­om