Nothing is really belongs to me,
Except your pure love; blessings;
I have searched among humanity,
found nothing precious to acquire;
I am an outsider amidst my tribe;
an exile from their companionship;
I seek for a vision of sacred heart;
alone I sense cheerfulness, pleasure;
I planted the climber of love;
mutely watered it with my tears;
it has grown and overspread my hut
You offered me a cup of wine
Which I drank with in divine;
an  absorption  of my reflection of
well wishing; gratitude within me !
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI,
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorg­e.com
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