Eerie! There is a truth in loneliness – oh lone witched craft practicer!
Bells tinkle no more in my holy shed, oh, my god! I’m fed;
Loneliness wrestles in my head oh, my god I’m dead in bed.
I bet I've lived for 1 million years, oh, my lord! I’m a bluebird;
I felt like crying but nothing came out – oh my god! I’m the weird.
Jiggle-gaggle! Wiggle-waggle! A single bat crocks up in Jungle.
Ugh! There is a truth in loneliness – oh, lone thaumaturge practicer!
Loneliness is an island in the cornered by a sea of men:
It’s a state of feeling moving away from others yet longing for others;
No emotions, no sentiments, no love, no amigos but a river of egos;
Loneliness is licking your own boots and sucking your thumb, err life goes!
Jiggle-gaggle! Wiggle-waggle! A single bat crocks up in Jungle.
Eerie! There is a truth in loneliness – oh, lone sorcerer!
I've never been lonely but right now! I've been lonely in room awful!
I've been depressed yet impressed by suicidal tendency, I’ve felt shameful.
My skin turned blue, my blood ran cold as I’m sold in the sale of loneliness;
I am losing my soul, I know it yet I gifted it to lonesomeness.
Jiggle-gaggle! Wiggle-waggle! A single bat crocks up in Jungle.
Ugh! There is a truth in loneliness – oh, lone necromancer!
Yikes! Empty owl hoots, a lonely cat loots;
With dried up roots, I’m about to hang my boot;
I don’t know – it’s me or my enemy, I’m about to shoot out;
Suddenly something fell on my feet, one of us has been shot out.
Jiggle-gaggle! Wiggle-waggle! A single bat crocks up in Jungle.
((Lonliness is an island in the concerned by a sea of men It's a state of feeling moving from others yet longing for other men I'm sold in the sale of lonliness)) I like these lines, , written so excellently and it's very touching lines... -Sometimes lonliness is a good state for our mind where we remember our past treasures; memories-> It's a good poem, , top marks! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ugh! There is a truth in loneliness – oh, lone necromancer! Yikes! Empty owl hoots, a lonely cat loots; With dried up roots, I’m about to hang my boot; I don’t know – it’s me or my enemy, I’m about to shoot out; very fine way of describing and very interesting. tony
Thank you dear honourable for your lovely comment!
Thank you Tony for your baronial comment.