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Bleeding Petals
 Williamsji Maveli

                   A splendour that bounces off
 Williamsji  Maveli  is  the  senator  member  of  WORLD  UNION  OF   my body frames of flesh and sweat
 POETS and Founder of WHORLED WIDE WRITERS , world's most
                   is broken by blood clots
 active writers forum. He is a member of WORLD NATIONS WRITERS   inside the veins
 UNION holding an additional honorary member status in their academy
 World Higher Literary Academic Council (WHLAC ).  like bleeding of pure petals
                   pollinating pale graves.
 A Freelance Journalist from Kerala, Williamsji Maveli, wears his many   Green color of your leaves
 featured caps with elegance. He has created a place for himself in the world
                   soaks the mother earth;
 of poetry and literary review writing and contributes regularly to many
 poetry web sites and groups.   its stain to excel, while you
                   breathe a fruitful breath
 Earlier, he had worked for Emirates Telecommunications Corporation   through ripened cherry cheeks,
 (Etisalat),  Thurayya  Satellite  Corporation  in  Abu  Dhabi  UAE,  ME
                   stacked with shades of gray dust.
 Publishers, Khaleej Times, Gulf News & Gulf Today – All News Agencies
 in United Arab Emirates.  I balance on the hazard of pause radiant
                   within your love light; lusty dreams
                   I blink time into forgetfulness
                   where humour whittles into dry insight
                   and eyes giggle their lids with death.
 Green Leaves      I see the grave in your stare that soils your pace,
                   and annoyance to bond the unsung.

 Allow me to pluck your orchid of adore,  I weep, for I am set to harvest the aura
 Fragrant blossoms are so rare in odour,  of sorrow and you... the grace of your
 Desires full flourish on the divine body,  Beauty and bounty of the divine soul
 Nestled in an ever abode, dreams moody
 My lips are like a humming blue night bird  @Williamsji Maveli
 Hungry for passion, always by a poetic word,
 Hanging above you, you close ears to hear,
 To drink so deep, a love dream, long to bear
 My starving inner heart, is not yet filled,
 For a diminutive blissful ways unfulfilled.
 Hungry again, takes its veins to heavy pain
 Just to drink you on for a dream love, again.  Make your
 Green garden leaves grow on your body stems,   reach
 Your deep blue eyes glow like two gold gems,   strong enough;
 Soft rose petals are fresh on the your pretty face,   to hold your sky
 Outsourcing and nurturing all for the human race   tightly
 My lyrics are star clusters of dream love delight,   in your arms.
 Your fruit garden is my own, pure blissful heart;
 It slowly opens all its tiny buds in a shy of love,   ...Author
 Pure nectar drops down always from the above


 @ Williamsji Maveli
 86 | Dr. K.C. Sethi & Sunita Sethi                                                                                                        GEMS - II | 87
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