Your sweet home
is a place of peace
your decorated room
is a palace of ease
It is the only place,
where you sit and sing;
It is away from loneliness
A place away for solitude;
That place is next to you
It is your secret garden
Where black and white
Becomes a colorful place
Of love, kiss, touch, care,
A moment of two hearts
beat as one and only one
A place where two souls
are interwoven, as one
There with you and
only you beside me.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

He is a poet- whom the people ignored;
Recognized only after he bids farewell
to this beautiful earth, sea and the blue sky!
He is a nightingale, smoothing the depressed;
He is a tree watered by the river of love,
Bearing fruits which the hungry heart craves;
He is a poet – whom the crowd irritated;
Insulted and injured even after he is rebuked.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

An hour is not sixty minutes,
A minute is not first division of an hour
A second is not second division of a minute,
A second is an atomic term;
A minute is an electronic boom;
An hour is a mechanical device!
A human is clock;
A heart is a timepiece;
A wrist is a watch!
A birth is on a time;
A life is the prime,
A death is a flame!
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

A feel of your touch,
   is an inspiration to me:
   I fulfill my life from a thrill of  it
   A drop of your sweat
    is an intoxication to me;
   I breathe my life from the smelling of  it.
     Could I see you with every glance,
     It would be better for me
     Than to eat or to drink,
Than to sleep or to shrink !
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

I washed out all your seven colors;
Except the black, the color of dark;
The shades of the mid-night hours;
The shadows of the straight powers;
Making love with those pearls and gems;
Glittering on your soft tiny *******.

I plucked all your sinful flowers;
Except the black, the color of death;
The strong paint of the wooden coffin;
The wrong attack within a sudden pain;
Making lust with those heavenly bodies;
Tempting in an external smell of the souls.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com