WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES......

BEAUTY
Her beauty dawns early,
She is fairer, bountiful 
Nature is evergreen; she warms up to care;
Towards the small hills, winter covers cold;
A cloud bursts; and rages out, this time, I was bold;
Far, at the other end; a lovely poetess  flares;
In a passionate heat, with  increased glares;
When she writes, a soul takes a secret peep,
There is nothing left out, for all of us to weep