Jiggle-Gaggle! Wiggle-Waggle! A Single Bat Crocks Up In Jungle! Poem by Harindhar Reddy

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.