WILIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

When dawn's first light begins to creep,
A verse or thought, a promise deep,
From WILLIAMSJI's mind will start to flow,
A morning gift, a precious show.

As day descends, and shadows fall,
A gentle blessing, a soothing call,
"Good night, sweet dreams," a whisper's sigh,
To guide the weary soul on high.