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Sunday, March 18, 2012

A Fallen Angel

A gust one day began to tell,
A tale as such - so lonely and grave,
above, the shadows cast a spell,
Pouring tears on septic slave.

Tainted as she hid behind a wall,
Defended from the devil himself,
Instilled with sorrow I hear her call.

Powerless against her will,
I stormed this barrier so unyielding,
so mysterious, with a dismal frill.

In such toil I forced a gap upon the barrier,
and I stared at an angel, fallen on her own knees,
Over her wings, weeping bitter tears,
In her voice, a plea for love.

If only she let me free her heart from this trial,
Caused by her mistrust and fright,
Granted I would nurse my love past all harms,
all storms, all the darkness, even a war between vanities,
Granted I would guide her past the devil himself…
Aman Mulji
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