WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES....

 SWEET DISTRESS
This vessel, flesh and bone, a frame,
A canvas where experience paints its name.
It feels the sun, the wind's caress,
The ache of loss, love's sweet distress.
It moves and dances, laughs and cries,
A fleeting temple where the spirit lies.
Through senses keen, the world unfolds,
A symphony of stories yet untold.
But though it weakens, bends with time,
Its scars a map of a life sublime.
For in its journey, fierce and bold,
The body's tale, the soul is told.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI