At the wake of this sunrise,
Why do you decorate?  
me with ornaments?
And this bridal dress ?
Why this garland, friends!
When my beloved is gone.
Why this saffron mark and
this basket of flowers?
When my sacrifice is going on,
When buried lie my dreams,
Why this betrothal song?
My soul ***** in pain,
Can you hear it, my friend?

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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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williamsji@yahoo.com

Never thought I would
flow like a blue river
and flood my freshness
into your salty ocean!
Never dreamed I would grow
Like a tall tree;
flourish my sweetness
into your strong roots!
Never thought I would leave
or surrender my life
into your lifeless end
never thought
I would lose my song
for its invalid silence;
the free will of my waters
for its calm tides
that are eternally
your ocean !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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In the primary sixth sense of a

creature of darkness;

a feminine birth is not

given a warm welcome;

always thought-about as

undesirable; unwanted

Well in advance;

Hence aborted,

Ahead of time;

A butterfly is

Burned on its

Premature life

alive and dead !
*
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BY

WILLIAMSJI  MAVELI

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Edge of her hanging *******;

Old man thirsty for wet milk drops;

She became a feeding bottle !

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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

As much as I had

thought of her to be

a feminine by gender;

That much she is not;

Half **** she is,

Half a female;

Half a male;.

She is my better-half !

Her life goes by,

and you may lie

with a female,

to what extend

can you come

to know a real female?

She whom I so long thought

I knew –

She whom I know is

nothing like that,

In fact, She’s the one

I most don’t know.

As much as I had thought

her to be female,

That much she is not:

Half-naked she is,

Half a female;

Half a male;

She is my better-half !
*
________

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

To beautify my tomb,

I plucked rose blossom

from your pink cheeks;

To lighten my voyage,

I borrowed red flames

from your eyes;

To cologne my coffin

I inhaled your sweat drops;

To grab a next life,

May I steal your

Heart-beats;

Sweet love!
*
_________

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Your hair- flock, pale cheeks like rain clouds;
brings to my empty sky, melancholy moods;
My lust; my love, towards this mother earth,
smells  sweat, in my own body, a new birth!
*
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BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI