Rest at her clay-hut
Downward the blue mountain in the twilight,
Moon rays paved paved my homeward guide.
Looking back, I saw my path covered in a shadow....
I was passing the clay-hut of my lover girl friend,
When her grandma called from a gate vineyard
And led me twining through bright green leaves
Where ripped grapes caught and held my clothes.
And I was glad of a chance to rest in that dwell
And delighted of a having a vodka with my girl,
We sang to the melody of the wind in the pines;
And we finished our songs as the stars went down,
When, I being drunk and my friend more than joyful,
Between us we forgot the world and slept together.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Williamsji Maveli is the senator member of WORLD UNION OF POETS and Founder of WHORLED WIDE WRITERS, world’s most active writer's forum. He is a member of WORLD NATIONS WRITERS UNION holding an additional honorary member status in their academy World Higher Literary Academic Council (WHLAC). A Freelance Journalist from Kerala, Williamsji Maveli, wears his many hats with style. He has earned through his creativity a place for himself in the world of poetry and literary reviews. He also writes and contributes regularly in many poetry web sites and groups. Poetry remains for him a deep passion, and depicts life's challenges, coupled with spirituality, passion and love. Williamsji Maveli is currently working as a Freelance web writer and designer at Bangalore and Cochin in India. Earlier, he had worked for Emirates Telecommunications Corporation (Etisalat), Thurayya Satellite Corporation in Abu Dhabi UAE, ME Publishers, Khaleej Times, and Gulf News & Gulf Today – All News Agencies in United Arab Emirates.
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