WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

In realms of form, a pageant's magic gleams,
Where sculpted bodies dance in fleeting dreams.
A canvas living, painted with such care,
Each curve a question, a silent prayer.

The poet's eye, a seeker of the soul,
Beyond the surface, where depths unfold.
In every posture, a story starts to weave,
A silent language, promises to retrieve.

The line of a jaw, a chiselled work of art,
The curve of a lip, igniting every heart.
A neck like swan, a grace that's undefined,
A perfect symmetry of body and mind.

And then the eyes, twin stars in velvet night,
Reflecting passions, a soulful, inner light.
A crown of jewels, a diadem of grace,
A queenly aura, in time and space.

But beauty’s essence, deeper than the skin,
A spirit's radiance, where dreams begin.
In every woman, a universe resides,
A poet's heart, where beauty never hides.