Lost the grips on the walls of pragmatism;
wakeful nights, never catch up optimism;
no touch felt from behind; just for a comfort;
With none in and around to calm a distraught;
all emotions vanished, feeling totally unfilled;
the color of this world is immensely refilled;
The body and mind started its own bleeding;
Ego’s and conduct screamed for spreading;
darkness of loneliness harassing at all times,
Life, a hazard, hard for breathe out, at times.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI