WILLIAMSJI MAVELI POEM: AFTERMATH

AFTERMATH
Our body is a temple
of temptations,
Built-in with sinful
Deeds and ventures;
The aftermath is for purity
This comes only
On your accomplishment of life.
The soul is a shrine
Of affections,
Made of powerful
Pillars and frames;
The ceremony is for purity
This comes only
On your entertainment of Love
All are Near All are Far
In between
the dawn mist and the dusk cloud,
A cold
The windy day ended and had vanished.
In the strong
Arms of the blue ocean,
An innocent low
tide wave embraced the shore,
In a lovely
mood and in its own rhythms,
A melody of a
new lyric echoed,
All are
visible; all are elusive;
All are near;
all are far
A
Determination,
Devotion
emerge.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI