WHISPERS

 

 

Whispering on the sacred beauty of your love;

Revelations of my deeds missed from above;

You were waiting for long, prior to my own birth;

My arrival was welcomed by all means on  earth;

Behold, when the celestial music of a mother’s joy

Rang in closed ears ; I was formed like small toy;

Safely guarded by all the inner boundaries alive;

Blessed by the unknown; the unseen, I do believe..

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI 

This poem is about: 
Me

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