WILLIAMSJI MAVELI POEM: FAR FROM THE CHURCH BELL TOWER

FAR FROM THE CHURCH BELL TOWER
Far from the church bell tower,
Dig his grave in spiritual power,
On a green heap beside the cave;
Lies a soul of beauty in a wave,
Nature silent, the sea, and sky alone,
And sunsets, put a mossy stone,
For all the pain he had less suffered,
My friend, my creator, my beloved dad,
George Maveli, a mindful, humble man,
I am proud of you, without any expectations
You did many things, No returns; No revenues;
Turned down to zero balance sheet; a life ledger
Accounts tally both in principal and principle;
No interest accumulated; normal or compound
But, spiritual, in holy rain flowers of
Yesterday, the tear-filled faces of today
Mourning thick mists of love,
I saw while they had happily
Gathered in and around your epitaph;
Kissing the gospels; your images;
So much love is kept as in your balance sheet.
With an immortal name and date, a wreath
And a cluster of  rose flowers to open  breath
Then leave it free to winds that blow,
And patient mosses creeping; slow,
And wandering wings, and footsteps rare
Of human creature pausing over there.
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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI