WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

In shadows deep, where moonlight gleams,
Shweta dances, a flowing stream.
Each graceful move, a whispered sigh,
A story told, beneath the sky.

Her body sways, a willow tree,
Bending low, then wild and free.
A gentle hand, a guiding grace,
A silent dance, in time and space.

Her eyes, a pool of starry night,
Reflecting dreams, both dark and bright.
A tender touch, a fleeting gaze,
In this embrace, a love ablaze.

The music swells, a soulful plea,
A yearning heart, for eternity.
She spins and turns, a fleeting ghost,
A moment held, at any cost.

And as the dance, begins to fade,
A lingering echo, softly swayed.
Shweta inspires, with every beat,
A timeless art, forever sweet. 

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI