The mind bird said to herself,
Never cry in a state of misery,
The frozen wind crept on above,
The river flows unknowingly.
There was no leaf on the tree,
No flower upon her cheeks.
And little motion in the air,
Only the ocean wave's sound!
The sky is vast like your face,
There was no beauty spotted,
Only the lips tremble in grief,
Only the tear- drops in eyes!
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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