WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES

Is there meaning in this fleeting world?
Do we strive in vain, a story unfurled?
Each breath a journey, since the day we start,
Though shadows linger, there's beauty in the heart.

Death, a distant echo, a whispered unknown,
Life's symphony plays, a melody our own.
We laugh, we weep, a tapestry we weave,
Through fleeting darkness, seeds of hope receive.

The blood that courses, a vibrant, burning stream,
In twilight's embrace, a whispered, fading dream.
Yet dawn will return, painting the canvas bright,
Daybreak's promise chases back the endless night.

Love's ember flickers, but never truly dies,
A guiding star that lights our tearful eyes.
Though final slumber claims us, one by one,
From darkness we emerge, beneath a rising sun.