OCTOBER LEAVES:DAY 6, WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, OUTSIDER

• I venture to be an outsider,
• to worship you, not from near,
• But, at your celestial shrine of love,
• Wishing 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