My Twisted Mind Poem by Aman Mulji
My Twisted Mind
My twisted mind be futile if she is present,
Her perfect skin and the yellow sun,
But what act may appeal to her,
For I am neither a fine artist nor a striking earthly,
Just a common figure in her eyes,
So I bury all my offered devotion....
Now she is familiar of my secreted affection,
Whatever can such a hopeless dreamer do?
If only it wasn’t for my twisted mind…
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