OCTOBER LEAVES:DAY 15, WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, DAWN MIST

The early dawn light has vanished,
Sharp ray beams of hot sun diminished
Like a feather drips from falcons flight.
Darkness drops   from the wings of Night.

Green landscapes of the east and west
Gleam through the rain drops and the mist,
a feeling of melancholy comes over to me
that my spirit cannot resist at all anytime.

A feeling of heavy sadness and longing,
A thought of you as my own belonging
That is not yet kept and hidden in pain,
As the morning  mist resembles the rain!

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI