WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES......

The morning light, a gentle, golden ray,
Illuminates the lotus on the pond,
Her petals, hues of dawn, begin to sway,
A silent promise, utterly beyond
The shallow praise of fleeting, human show.
Each rounded curve, a sculptor's tender art,
A whispered sigh, as softest breezes blow,
She holds her grace, and steals away the heart.
No scepter held, but purity instead,
A quiet strength that needs no trumpets loud,
With petals fair, a crown upon her head,
She stands serene, above the striving crowd.
And in her form, a beauty truly bright,
Reflects the sun, and banishes the night.

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI