POEM BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

A FRAGILE FLOWER
Where turmoil ceases and the cannons stop,
And quiet settles on the weary land,
Does beauty bloom, by gentle love's command,
A fragile flower fostered in sweet peace.
No hasty step, no fear-distorted face,
But eyes that hold a calm and steady light,
Reflecting skies serenely blue and bright,
And finding solace in this tranquil space.
For love, unburdened by the weight of strife,
Can see the grace in simple, daily things,
The quiet joy that faithful beauty brings,
And build a rich and deeply rooted life.
Thus, in the calm, where troubled waters still,
Love finds its form, and beauty has its fill.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI