Desires...

Some gentle desires plunge
into my dreams;
For I am submissive;
made of morning dew.
If sun shines in the sky,
Moon will too cry in dark!
When drops of light glow
during hours of sorrow;
rain clouds will shower
few  drops  of blessings;
Time and tide will
come and go
Smell  my sweat;
drink my blood;
you shall breathe forever.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI