JANUARY CARNIVALS: DAY 11, WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, DEATH IS THE NEXT PHASE OF LIFE

Like a dark gloom fell down

From the cosmic bright sky.

Death is the next phase of life;

A change of dress, a disrobing;

A birth into the unborn again;

Beginnings were we ended;

Opening where we closed

It is a crossroad of eternity;

A giving up of everything,

To hold again for nothing,

The end of the unreal,

And the beginning of the real

Carry me on your shoulders

Let me enjoy the touch

My obsession and pleasure now on

Is to be tight on your cold lips

Entrusting my body on you

Love is so kind and not so blind

My soul is being scattered everywhere

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• BY
• WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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