WILLIAMSJI MAAVELI WRITES.....

The air grew chill, imbued with petrichor,
As you emerged, a symphony of grace,
The very essence of the rain-swept shore,
Reflected in the kindness of your face.
Our footsteps echoed on the glistening street,
Each drop that fell, a word we understood,
A silent promise, exquisitely sweet,
Within that transient, rain-soaked neighborhood.
We built our world of verses, soft and low,
As day surrendered to the deepening night,
A shared emotion, in the gentle flow,
Bathed in the last vestiges of fading light.
But as the stars began their silent sway,
You slipped away, with the departing day.

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI