Poem -
Pure Sins
Look !
the bed room lamp
has opened its eyes;
drops of dim light
flows on your
spicy body;
the celestial bird
stretched Ā her wings,
let us sing
together !
Look !
the prayer room candle
has melted its shape;
wax of pure sins
spreads into
the dark soul;
the pleasure bird
stretched its wings,
let us sing
together !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELIĀ
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