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APRIL LYRICS: DAY 22, WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, CHARITY BEGINS AT HOME

APRIL LYRICS: DAY 22,  WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, CHARITY BEGINS AT HOME

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  • APRIL LYRICS: DAY 22, 
  • WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES,
  • CHARITY BEGINS AT HOME

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Power of charity sows deep in my heart,

I harvest and collect the wheat in bundles,

To give them to those who are hungry,

My soul gives life to the grapevine,

 I press its bunches to extract and give

the sweet juice to those who are  thirsty.

Heaven fills my lamp fulfilled with oil

 I place it at my main door and window

 to throw light to  the stranger

who walk away  through the dark

I do all these things because

 I live in them; and if destiny

should tie my hands and prevent me

from so doing, then death would be

my only desire and the destiny

Fore I am a poet, and if I cannot give,

 I shall refuse to take;

Take away from me everything

which belongs to me

___________________________

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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