DECEMBER DEWS: DAY 18, WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, MY VEINS ARE ALPHABETS

An outsider......

I venture to be an outsider,

to worship you , not from near

at your celestial shrine of love

to be like a flying white dove

My Veins   are alphabets;

Thumbs are words;

Hands are sentences.

My pages are for your lust;

Chapters are for your life;

My book is your soul.

Cover becomes the tomb stone.

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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI