Aman Mulji Poems

Amongst spirits, I whirl to find her,

Under a sea of blue so yawning,
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Seasons come and go and days pass us by,
Time is ready but here I stand,
Long wait time, she cannot see,
And long live her breath in my memory to be,
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How come the Rose spared in the void of its death?
How come the still Rose utter “I love you” in a sinister set,
Is it true that the Rose is where true beauty resides?
Perhaps one should respond this moment,
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Goodwill falls to allow you and I to be,
You are awe-inspiring when stained in my heart,
To treasure such a queen in the midst of my shadows,
Even when the abyss is yawning to keep us apart.
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Such a night of reverence may I be with her,
And the closing hour of Misery’s cruelty in the prime of my delight,
The time may be the most precious after all,
But who repeal turmoil of loneliness?
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Sleeping in a pit of doubt,

Dreams tell me otherwise,
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My sorrow was expressed as the soul passed away,
I secretely sing a lament,
But the mighty heart of mine still speaks to this day,
A revelation to the core was once sent,
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My lungs have been vacant for days,
The air stays dead clear away,
The heart pains for you in a maze,
Coldness...the savour of stone tears stays,
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One morning the birds sang a melody,
I sang along,
In thoughts of us a disparity,
A rather lovely song,
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This is a story of dreams so cold,
A tale by Misery still untold,
So cold no one dare speak,
A lonely heart in a landscape bleak,
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