WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, Towards The Unending....

Behind the misty dawn of a hillside window,
Sits a great Poetess, scribbling in a shadow,
With a fair and simple of a face, like a boat,
She seems to be a lotus bloomed in deep root,
With its lonely waters edged by moonlight,
Stranded on a sand-bank of a river at twilight,
I looked at her, caring; she seems to be dull,
Her window is not closed, the midnight is full,
She opted, just only her window for freedom,
There the daybreak light meets her kingdom,
Through it, her eyes like, lost stars travel back,
Towards the blue sky, then to an unending track.
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