WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

The ache that grips me, sharp and raw,
A fissure deep, a broken jaw.
Aching echoes of a tender wound,
Where joy once danced, now silence found.

My inner child, a fragile bloom,
Seeks solace in a shadowed room.
Tearful whispers, a yearning plea,
To mend the parts I long to see.

The heavens weep, a cathartic sigh,
Rain falls like tears from a grieving sky.
Each drop that kisses parched, cracked ground,
A promise of new life unbound.