Williamsji Maveli (23/04/1955 / IRINJALAKUDA)

Love as such is not at all blind;
It is the last fragrance to find;
Among those who are inbound;
And being offered in abundant!
Whatever love has discovered;
The inner mind will be uncovered;
And every secret once covered
Will be made known and to be reveled.
Love is like green leaves of the tree;
It is grown as a gift naturally free;
Sail into the lust of the oceans;
Divide all the filling inhibitions;
One day, the sky will reflect like a mirror;
Violent deep sea will turn by error!