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
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