WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.

MIRROR OF THE SOUL
The face, a canvas where emotions reside,
A mirror reflecting, where the soul can hide.
In every curve, a story softly told,
Of laughter shared, and sorrows bravely bold.
Like dawn's first light, a delicate blush,
A fleeting smile, a tender, gentle hush.
The eyes, like pools of deep, serene blue,
Reflecting skies, a vibrant, wondrous hue.
The lips, like petals, soft and full of grace,
A whispered word, a lingering embrace.
The brow, a furrowed line, a thoughtful gaze,
A tapestry of time, in countless ways.
And in this face, a beauty rare to find,
A reflection born of nature's kind.
The earth's own hues, in every shade displayed,
A masterpiece, where beauty is conveyed.

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI