*
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 !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI,
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 7:53 AM UTC
*
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 !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI,
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
Revelations of Bluffed Words-Poem Page 19
(All poems in this series are, translations from Malayalam, originally written in author’s mother-tongue, “Malayalam’”, the language of Kerala, in South India.)
BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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www.williamsji.com
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