Whenever your body-buds blossoms,
will there be a spring time for me ?
Whenever your mind-leaf wither,
will there be a winter season for me ?
Whenever your tear-drops down
will there be a storm hit my heart ?
Whenever your breast burst up
will there be a thirst for my lips ?
whenever you are folded  within me
will there be a heaven on this earth ?
whenever you are sketched by me
    will you shade down in my canvass ?
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI,
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