OCTOBER LEAVES:DAY 8, WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, MY REMNANTS....

My remnants in 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 forms

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BY

WILLIMSJI MAVELI