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Today,
my sinned hands
wash out in the
blood of wounds;
Today,
my big head
bow down at your
altar of pure love;
Today,
my two eyes,
looks with a guilt
at  the feet
of your  kindness;
Today,
my ruined body
feels by the holy touch
of the cross;
My body; My soul is all yours
My land; My heart is all yours !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

NOTE: This poem is written on this day, THE GOOD FRIDAY, 29th March, 2013.
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From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

I am the spectator
to his daring death.
I am a coin of his
last pledge;
Forgiveness
I am the iron nail;
I am the Cross;
The savior!

I am the sinner
to his heroic demise;
I am a pain of his
Last promise;
Forgetfulness
I am the Iron Hammer;
I am the Cross;
The Savior!

I am the winner
to his crucial downfall.
I am an ache of his
Last undertake;
Amnesty
I am the blood crown ,
I am the Cross;
The Savior!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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In a moment of good thoughts of a GOOD FRIDAY, 29 th March, 2013
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

I stood near the cool swimming pool,
Hiding myself among the green bushes;
Watching on her long stretched hairs;
While she swirl, getting ready to dip;
In the morning dawn light; a swim;
Tinted skill patterns on her naked colors;
It blossoms through the falling flowers;
Her hair, still moist from nature’s passions;
Clinging to her face; neck and the *******;
And drops of sweat sparkled on her skin;
She laid half way on her shores of pleasure;
Knees drawn up to her belly; enclosing all;
Showing off the wonderful tiny nerves;
From the broad waist to her naval curves;
Her eyes opened; she smiled when she saw me;
She sat up, brushing the hair from her face.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

I love, my own ultimate death;
For my body longs for it by birth;
Sunny days; starry nights pass by;
Forthcoming days, will say good bye;
Sweep me away like a heavy wave;
Carry me to the darkness of the cave;
In the wreckage of this eternal ruin;
Let my nakedness hold a mortal pain;
It’s high time, to have a get-together;
Let us get dressed up to meet one another!
We are here dancing face to face;
heart to heart, in his own grace!  

*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
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From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

In between your cherry lips;
A drop of honey flow;
Beneath your eye brow;
A treat of sacred glow;
Your eyes and lips are wet
In my showers of  love !  
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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www.williamsji.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Neither in the beginning nor at the end;
A love of blue, nor a lust of red prevailed;
Commenced all at the naked landscape,
Green paradise witnessed their escape;
The burning of the days ends at night;
Followed by the Adam and Eve’s right
to live and allow others to live and love,
on this beautiful earth which is a worth;
Blessed are the beginnings of anything;
Curse falls on the endings on everything;
A Phoenix bird waits for her prey to win;
An Eve’s eye invites me to commit a sin!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
The Sun burns on my top;
It’s cool and wet down
It was a beautiful day time;
At the lonely sandy sea beach;
She came walking slowly in half ****;
Knocking the sand-built hills in mood;
Her smooth brownish skin shines;
in the warmth of the morning heat;
The top most is almost uncovered;
Sun started shading towards the shore
After a while, she sighed and sat up
gazing out at the embracing waves,
watching the birds; listening to nature
playing in the water; swimming down,
towards her deepest lust for a love-drop!
A burning sun on top; a wet body down
Top flames up; Wet waves down !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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From MICROTHEMES, a collection short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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