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Lonely Days
lonely I stay
what a lonely days
I even feel like sleeping on hay
while I sit on clay
I call her everyday
she doesn't reply on the same day
even she doesn't even leave me with a say
on the sick bed which I lay
I sit all lonely
as I think slowly
since she is punishing me badly
although my love is not vanishing quickly
I think of her sadly
as I remember all I did for her willingly
I hope she appreciates it happily
although now to her I look silly
she thinks I should give her a way
since I sit on a bay
in the early month of may
but I cant afford to give her a way
for her I will have to pay
as I sit and pray
although she thinks am doing a play
whenever she is away
poem
by
Tanaka Chirombo
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