WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRIETS....

In the depths of a
drunkard's glass,
On the gambler's board,
in the lover's heart,
Resides a whispered plea
to the name of
icon of love.
As time's embrace
and the essence of sin,
Yet as vibrant as April's bloom 
in spring's array,
I am the mistress,
claiming all,
leaving naught in return,
Bound to ensnare
in love's deceitful play,
I am the one whom gamblers court,
Risking all with every move,
In the game of Lady Luck, they place their trust,
Only to find my name betrayed upon their lips.
Within the depths of a drunkard's glass,
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI