A thirsty old woman opens your main gate-way!
She represents; symbolize a forthcoming drought,
At your paddy fields; give her enough cold drinks;
Let her be delighted; Give a coin; at least of a copper!  
You will be blessed with a good harvest, next season
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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When your dark dreams,
Reflect an unknown;
Unclothed woman,
Then, the revelation is that:
The Earth will go bare;
A yield will be shattered;
Plants will lose its trunks;
And their leaves will
fade away and drops down;
A death will occur;
There will not be any single
drop of water  in your tank,
to wash away your own
dead body!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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After undergoing the usual  ceremonial purification's;
and between a journey to an unknown hut on a honey-moon;
Bare, She came with a bowl* , filled with wine of red grapes;
Drinking all  little drops; I left nothing, leaving it empty;
  Had I drank half the bowl , I would have survived;
If left it untouched; I would have further more  lived.
But, someone now announced that I am totally dead !

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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NOTE:
The word "bowl", symbolizes, the life span of a human being.

Let your two hands be the wing;
To carry me, whenever you sing;
At the hyped shelter of highness;
On a journey to eternal dimness;
My own pale lips unfit for a prayer;
Body, being called upon to his care;
May the drops under your blue eye;
Do not shed a tear of a good bye!
A song of a death is a cry for a birth;
Avail a plot to lie down in this earth !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Uncovered valleys, plains and mountains,
hungry for the soft touch of rain showers,
pester again while lying  like bare clouds,
blanketed with passion of sweet romance,
In the white mist, dropping down at dawn
A dream emerge in mind, to be with you !  
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Your eyes are blue Oceans;
Cheeks, glared half moon;
Lips, small red cherry fruits;
Smiles, a bounty of dreams;
Hairs, dripping slow waterfall,
Sound, the river of emotions;
Face, an emulation of mind;
You are my elegant universe!
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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When one side is to bless;
The other will have to curse;
While one part is to love;
The other will opt to hate;
When one will have to feed;
The other has to plead;
Two different natures
beat within; indulge
and then, ultimately,
She chooses both;
According to her
Whims and fancies
Life moves like that….

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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www.williamsji.com
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