Blunt Knife Poem by Aman Mulji

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,
Thoughts of the twisted say we not be,
And nature be against it,
The rhythm of my cold is sang so in glee,
Yet I approach the one and only beauty,
Say 'How be my sweet love? ',
'Does my loneliness make you gray? ',
Never has the keen self felt so dark,
Never, never till this dejected day,
And a fiend dying to share it's love within me ever lurks...