One morning the birds sang a melody,
I sang along,
In thoughts of us a disparity,
A rather lovely song,
One morning I had the daring,
I say meaningful words,
A shock from the blue sharing,
Deplore and confusion stirred,
One morning I awaited a reply,
I was sad and stressed,
Time was behind- a slow sigh,
The mind cursed never to rest,
One morning the birds sang a melody,
I sang along,
You steal my breath; the enormity,
A rather lonely song,
One morning a cracked heart be still,
The soul sails away,
A rather passive kill,
I wore a mask but the eyes are fray..
Aman Mulji
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-obsession-ousting/
