WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

Petals yet to kiss the sun,
Encased in green, a world undone.
Like maiden's blush, a tender hue,
A promise of beauty, pure and true.

O, bud of lips, so softly curved,
A secret smile, yet to be served.
With dew-kissed sheen, a lustrous gleam,
A vision fair, a waking dream.

Your calyx, a cradle, soft and deep,
Where nascent charms securely sleep.
Your stem, a slender, graceful line,
A form divine, both strong and fine.

Like eyes that hold a mystic sea,
Your heart unseen, yet wild and free.
Awaiting dawn's caress to bloom,
To fill the world with sweet perfume.