WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES....

The ocean churns, a restless beast,
Ignoring pleas on the gentle breeze.
Veiled moon, in clouds of darkness, ceased
Its struggle to expand its seas.

Stars, once alight with vibrant gleam,
Now dimmed and weary, lose their fire.
The rose, a victim of life's harsh scheme,
Folds inward, consumed by dark desire.

But then, a cool wind whispers low,
A soothing balm on troubled air.
It carries dawn's first gentle glow,
A promise whispered, soft and fair.