WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES
Petals Unfold.....
A sunlit studio, clay-like earth's own tear,
Stirring soft, a life unseen, yet near.
A bud unfurls, a rose of dawn's first blush,
Petals unfold in a silent, graceful rush.
But no soft bloom, this clay begins to hold,
Shaping, hardening, a story yet untold.
Curves of a woman rise from liquid grace,
The stem transformed into legs, a sculpted face.
Obsidian eyes, a well of ancient lore,
A smile that speaks of battles fought before.
Hair, once stamen, a waterfall of might,
Lifeblood surges, pushing towards the light.
Not fleeting form, but strength that knows its source,
From murky depths, a beauty takes its course.
A lotus bloom, a woman carved in clay,
A timeless ode to power, born each day.
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