Love At 4.00pm Poem by Aman Mulji

I used to suppose love was the worst,
Time was a waste when I once loved,
Oh…how my soul was plagued in the dimness,
My cry terrified the abyss in my soul,
And after that moment I felt bareness in my mind,
But it is full of a great reminiscence and voice now,
I realize how I always searched in an empty pond,
When she was buried in a sea of purple and bliss,
And so I set out to seek my darling pearl,
I had gone astray in vast waters but her voice found me,
And I followed it when I should have dreamt,
And when my heart was at rest I listened,
In time I discovered a missing angel,
I was lost in her gaze so she flew away,
But I followed again until my body was pathetic,
But all the time I chased was dear for she came to me,
She is now the rose in my field of affection,
And I now belong to her as she does to me.
That time is emotionally drawn in with my thought,
All because we fell in love at 4pm.