WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES....

December’s sun, a golden sight,
Bathed in orchid’s soft, pure light.
Carnations weep, with raindrops kissed,
As music swells, love’s sweet tryst.

A crowd’s delusion, dreams take flight,
Wild and blue, a dazzling sight.
Golden hopes, a future bright,
But shadows creep, a mournful plight.

Thorns and sorrow, a painful embrace,
As sunlight fades, a somber space.
Wine-soaked nights, a fleeting trance,
Future’s call, a hopeful chance.

Awakened projects, criteria’s gleam,
The sun shines bright, a hopeful dream.
Roots remember, winds rebel,
Rough seas rage, a tragic spell.

Moonlit sun, a cosmic blend,
Human energy, without end.
Colors dance, a vibrant scene,
Life’s unique drops, pure and keen.

Salt and rain, grapes and amber hue,
A world of wonder, ever new.