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None sow the seeds;
The dry seeds
of the deadly sins;
All just burst
to a form by itself;
Otherwise you will
surely find its
brand name;
trade mark
or even the
historical imprints
on its body;
Later it grows
to a tree;
A leafless tree;
To dry away again
as seedless !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Although,
Amazingly,
far and far;
up and up;
You are
Annoyingly.
very near and near;
Dear !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

****** is pregnant in flesh
She drinks the blood
of the unborn;
Her body burns in the light;
The Script of the sinner is ready!
***** is ****** in mind  
She drinks the wine
of the fine man;
Her body sleeps in the night
The Script of the winner  is ready!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

An outgoing
Traveler left
his Tiffin carrier
at the rest house
corridor;
An incoming
Beggar opened it;
To see the debris of
two dead
white doves in it.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

A falcon took its morning flight,
towards the west; then to the east;
Hunting for its prey; the white doves;
Above the valleys; under the hill side;
But it landed up at the evening park;
She could eat only the dryness of the day!
Night schedule cancelled for a break;
She slept on the ground, the whole night;
Next day, her wings got trapped,
under the heavy mist; invisible,
She was unable to take off!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

A blind girl
walked hand in hand;
Guided by own mother;
she grew and lived,
smelling the fragrance
of the sweat; tasting
her ripped cherry fruits!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com

I held you more tightly
with my own hands;
not because,
I loved you a lot;
But only for the reason
that you should never
come up over and above
my top !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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