WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

A hunger for pain, a thirst for touch, I've sought,
Lost in the depths of anger, hatred's brew.
Despair's cold grip, a constant, heavy thought,
A shattered soul, on life's steep, slippery view.

Yet deep within, a flame does still abide,
A yearning heart, that calls and strains to find
The self that once was bright, untarnished, tried,
To emerge from darkness, into light designed.

With every step, a battle fiercely fought,
To break the chains, by love uncaught, unfreed.
To heal the wounds, and mend the heart, unthought,
And play once more, a loving, joyful seed.

For touch, it is, that can ignite the spark,
And heal the wounds, and mend the broken heart.