JANUARY CARNIVALS: DAY 1: WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, IN MY OWN SOLITUDE

In my own Solitude

My words are in verses;

My inscriptions are in sentences;

All are a shout against walls;

It just bounces back;

Yet I wait for the sun’s face;

I am in the half-dark loneliness.

Solitude is the same everywhere,

the pale face of the winter-

sun behind the mist curtain

Strong bricks of an old prison

that doesn’t Permit

any flora or birthdays.

Solitude is a dumb hag,

Wrinkly orphan.

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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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