WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, WHO AM I ?

WHO AM I ?
Life is a child, made of bones;
Later it becomes wild stones.
It’s a dirge that all must learn;
While the body is taken to burn
Birth brings loveliness...
Death is another gracefulness
The place not on earth to trust,
We are all just merely the dust.
Mourn after shade dispels dark,
Birth brings loveliness...
Death is another gracefulness
Absorb within we fail to mark
How soon our days decay;
Bearing grief our lives away;
Birth brings loveliness...
Death is another gracefulness
Thirsting drought of our souls;
Where the same story unrolls,
In love with vital last breath,
Birth brings loveliness...
Death is another gracefulness
© Williamsji Maveli