WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

Shweta  clings to her beloved Dad, in a fearless embrace,
Seashells whisper secrets as they walk the beach's lace.
Emerald Hills stand guard, witness to their glee,
Dad's camera is a friend, capturing moments wild and free.

Each footstep on sand, a story etched in time,
A love that's a lighthouse, a beacon ever-bright and prime.
Seagulls sing their anthem, a symphony of joy,
Shweta and her Dad, forever a girl and her precious boy.

-WILLIAMSJI MAVELI