WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

FANTASY SPILLS
The sanctuary where Art lies in wait,
There, the very breath of Music stirs.
Poetic blooms unfurl, luminous and wild,
Their essence lingers, a slow, sweet caress.
As the poet's soul cradles each whispered letter,
The priceless luxury of his fantasy spills forth, exquisite and intoxicating.
In his verses, the gaze of the Veena-wielding Goddess rests,
And sacred, side-by-side with Art, the poetry-altar beckons.
The Triad of Poets, who rendered each verse eternal,
They remain timeless treasures for all the ages, the ultimate blessing of our Tongue.
Yet, when Life itself, meant to be a sweet, poetic dream,
Is instead made a scorching hell by the tyrants here,
The spirit is drowned, only tears to sustain it.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI