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I AM AN OUTSIDER.....
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Nothing is really belongs to me,
Except your pure love; blessings
I have searched among humanity,
found nothing precious to acquire
Hence I am an outsider amidst my tribe
And an exile from their companionship
Since I seek for a vision of sacred heart
There alone do I sense cheerful, pleasure
I planted the climber of love
And mutely watered it with my tears;
Now it has grown and overspread my hut
You offered me a cup of wine
Which I drank with in divine;
an absorption of my reflection of
well wishing; gratitude within me
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Nothing is really belongs to me,
Except your pure love; blessings
I have searched among humanity,
found nothing precious to acquire
Hence I am an outsider amidst my tribe
And an exile from their companionship
Since I seek for a vision of sacred heart
There alone do I sense cheerful, pleasure
I planted the climber of love
And mutely watered it with my tears;
Now it has grown and overspread my hut
You offered me a cup of wine
Which I drank with in divine;
an absorption of my reflection of
well wishing; gratitude within me
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Published 8th Apr 2015
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8th Apr 2015 3:08am
"I planted the climber of love
And mutely watered it with my tears;
Now it has grown and overspread my hut"
As usual, Willie has proven the master of metaphor.
And mutely watered it with my tears;
Now it has grown and overspread my hut"
As usual, Willie has proven the master of metaphor.
