Colors

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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 breasts.

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.________________________________________

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

INDIA POETRY

An Angel from Above

Your blessed love offer better wishes;

Lips bestow me with innumerable kisses.

On placing my heart from most terrible to best;

I treasure you; shelter you in me; as my dearest

You nurtured, cared me with soft touch;

You converted my soul from worst to rich;

Altered my life with a spark of an eye;

But, without an embrace, never say a bye;

You seems to be an angel sent from above;

To take care of me and to shower me love ;

It’s so thrilling those belongings you made;

To bring my own devotion that almost fade.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
INDIA POETRY 

Above

The rain showers on her forehead,
From sky to the waterless ground,
A thousand drops pelt downward,
Earth became like a tired drunkard,

Mist melted in favor of Sun beams,
Blue clouds shrink away with shame
Woman Earth, blown up with the bow;
Sky, the Sea and the Shore all in a row .

Maids of nature stood in dusty green
Birds of love flew again in mind pain
For this is love and nothing else is love;
To which we all entrust someone above.

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI 

IPOETREE