WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES....

AN OUTSIDER 
I venture to be an outsider, 
to worship you, not from near 
at your celestial shrine of love
to be like a flying white dove
My Veins are alphabets; 
Thumbs are words; 
Hands are sentences.
My pages are for your lust; 
Chapters are for your life; 
My book is your soul.
Cover becomes the tomb stone.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI