JANUARY CARNIVALS: DAY 3: WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, MY SMIRK IS DREADFUL

Your mild touch of fondness

The painful need of what I sought after,

Leaves me put of all in my humility

My masquerade, very well and tranquil,

My smirk dreadful, expressions valueless,

The cover is worn out to pieces

Still I wear a embarrassed chuckle

in front of the world out of its loveliness

To glare with contempt and desire