MARCH MYTHS: DAY 12, WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, " MY REMAINS..."

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• MARCH MYTHS: DAY 12,
• WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, 
• " MY REMAINS..."

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• My remains is a graveyard,
• My eyes are  two deep holes,
• two snakes emerge with venom;
• My nose a tunnel,
• Soaked in fumes
• My veins are rivers,
• Quiet with anklets,
• my nerves, wires
• that carry melody and radiance.
• In this mutilated body,
• are the cries of birth
• and the laments of death,
• the tempting words
• of the city prostitute
• and the gospels of the devil,
• the bargaining of the business
• and the disconnection of the body,
• caged forests and chained springs,
• dark clouds that rain at a touch of
• my long fingers; my life ends
• in such a valueless form,
• Meaningless both in
• Spiritual and physical
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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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